Winter Wind
The black wind comes.
I walk two steps
And see the flower the wind has destroyed.
Still try to move forward,
I walk two more steps
And see the tree in front of me,
Without leaves.
It has lost everything
But still it stands in this black wind.
Still it hopes for new leaves.
I walk two more steps,
I see the ant who falls again and again trying bring food to her house.
I walk two more steps
I know illness can’t walk, can’t hear,
Still I am happy because I live.
Trying to protect myself from the black wind,
I talk with myself:
Is this winter wind the way we fall to our sadness?
Is this how we lose?
We must try to be happy.
I walk and walk
Life is nothing without struggles.
I know one day this black wind will finish
And a new season will appear.
Flowers will bloom again.
Trees will regain their leaves.
That ant again will reach her house with food…
But the time we have lost will never return.
By Shogofa
So true! Struggle and beauty exist in the same life.
The writer blends hope and regret and writes poignantly of both emotions. Yes, the ant will reach her house, but also the time has been lost forever. The image of the black wind is very powerful.
How beautiful your poem is Shogofa. I feel that black wind against my back as I step with you in your poem.
Dear Shogofa,
Winter wind is a beautiful poem. Thank you for writing this piece of hope and desire for a new season in our world.
Love, Rachel