On the coldest night
of the winter in yesteryear
When the frozen heart of heaven shed tears,
She sat on a stranger’s front porch
nursing a broken heart
or perhaps mourning the sinking land
shrouded,To rest beneath the snow
On that stormy night
lost in the deep dark woods
Cold and lonely
She couldn’t find her way home
She wandered throughout the night
tripping over roots and stones
She wandered deep and far
Winter melted away
and so did summer
Then the trees fell asleep in the fall
and she walked on untill one day
the woods opened to a gravelled road
She scapered along it
Steady and sure as a deer
Her home,she believed was near
The woods had turned her wild
And like birds that return to their nests
No matter how far they have flown
Just that way she found her home
The poor cold girl was no less in spirit now
than the brightest of stars
No less flaming than the flamboyant sun
She was no longer bothered by snow
because a heart that has been frozen
And a soul that has shaken it off
can not be turned to ice
by the coldest of nights to come