
Standing all alone
Waiting for new leaves to grow
Solitary life

Standing all alone
Waiting for new leaves to grow
Solitary life

Sunset
Washes skies with firy hues
Shadows lengthen
Time stands still
And just like that
The day is gone
To rise again
Tomorrow
Misty, overcast
Cold branches bare from winter
When will sunshine come

Winter hanging on
Tree buds shiver in the cold
With confused feelings
A numb heart struggles to be creative. But as winter turns to spring once again, maybe this is the year that the numbness will dissipate.
There is nothing normal about grief. Everyone grieves differently. Let your winter turn to spring when it is ready. You will know when it is time.