[Lubesh]

* A thank you to a guide and mentor and great friend



She grew tired every day
With each passing say
She had no choice of chills
As the cold came early
From each tomorrow
and gripped her whole, and all too
unaware, and before she could rest
Still further.

Time imprisons her
With a friendly anchor of tomorrow
Till cruel hands’ winding cease
And a weary face decreases
Halting her fight
And the sorrow that was
Her lifeline to the past
And her yesterday’s tomorrow’s
But for now, her today is still
Just a cold and blustery
Winter’s right
Until memory’s fragility
Stands proud on it’s icy path
The thaw it roars
Will bring present from the past

She grows stronger every day
With each sturdy sway
She has hands of guidance
Brave shoulders from the ills
That warmed severely
and cocooned her whole, and all too
unaware, and before she could resist
Still further

[Vorcla]

Hmmm. Intriguing. I get the sense of someone coming through a long, protracted trial - an illness, perhaps? - and coming out the other side. There's a metaphor, a parallel, maybe, between cold and sickness, and warmth and health. I could be dead wrong, but, Lu, this describes almost perfectly how this year has been for me. Right now, it's pretty good, but prior to this it's been hell.

This is clean, simple, and well-written. Vivid imagery; I can feel the chill and enjoy the warmth. Nice work, as always, from you.

[Lubesh]

yep somethings like that. And yes fits ur bill also. keep yer chin up!