Winter Of Her Years


Poem number twenty-five NaPoWriMo


Life went on,

the years flowing swiftly,

through her turbulent life.

She above all,

was no stranger to heartbreak,

no true love,

coming her way.

So she liked to think,

that she was forever,

in the winter of her years,

with no passionate love,

to melt the snow and ice –

from her aching heart.

The seasons came and went,

but to her she was forever,

frozen in a winter world,

that made all the other seasons,

pale by compare.

On and on she went,

always one set of footprints left behind,

she never looked about her,

not wanting to see the love lights,

in other people’s eyes.

The winter of her years held her suspended,

unsure of what life might bring,

never knowing if things might change.

Soon silver strands,

began to pepper her raven hair,

yet she still didn’t give up the dream,

that someday, someway,

a true love would come along –

taking her out of the winter of her years.


About RasmaSandra

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to Winter Of Her Years

  1. Sad.
    Perhaps she did need to look about her. Love is more likely to come to the seacher than the watcher…

    • Rasma R says:

      This was inspired by a dear friend that lives in NY who is a young woman now in her 40s and has not found anyone to love due to different circumstances. I am still hoping for her.

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