A Finite Thing


dreams all gone
like autumn leaves
stolen by
cold winter thieves
left behind in
shattered pain
a withered heart
now wept in vain.

faith in all
inherent good
crumbled like
dead rotten wood.
night descended
dark and cold
that withered heart
no dreams could hold.

But winter is

a finite thing

melts into

a burst of spring...

barren branch

once stark and bare

awakens with

sweet golden fair.

And deepest night

is chased away

by the silver

light of day.

dark may linger

for a time ...

but always yields

to light divine.

and so it was
with vanished dreams
to spite eternity
it seems...
life returned.
New dreams were born.
Horizons birthed
an infant morn.

The withered heart
and broken dreams
awoke to new
orchestral themes
to dance and sing
of morning's light
and spring's most
glorious delight!

A finite thing.

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Rhonda Waits 5 years ago from The Emerald Coast

Very beautiful. I truly enjoy your poems and your writing.

Thanks for sharing your talent with us.

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Rob Hanlon 5 years ago from Epicentre of everywhere

Dreams never die, they just get recycled.

Sweet Poem ~ came across it Hub Hopping, well done.

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago Author

Rhonda, It truly is this humble writer's joy! Thank you for reading and responding! I just love that!

Rob, I must confess, I thought my dreams dead, along with my heart, until very recently...I know now how Lazarus must have felt!!! Thanks so much for stopping by and taking the time to comment!

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1person 5 years ago from NC, USA

Hub hopping as well. Glad to find this beauty.

Circle of life. Infinite and finite.


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W. K. Hayes 5 years ago from Bryson City, North Carolina

A very beautiful pome, indeed...truly, it captures the essence of new love that, makes the darknened loneliness fade away.

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GusTheRedneck 5 years ago from USA

tnderhrt23 - One thing I like to do is to read a fine poem. This one made me want for February to get here. Robins arrive on the 20th.

Gus :-)))

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago Author

Gus, May your winter be finite, and spring early! Thanks for stopping by! Always a pleasure!

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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

Ah your poetic genius is amazing ! I can't wait for the first green twig to appear. Thank you.

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago Author

always, spring is such a wonderous and welcome time...thanks for popping in and leaving me such sweet feedback! Stay warm until spring!

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samiaali 5 years ago

This is very beautiful tnderhrt23! You definitely have the rhythm here. :)

dianeaugust 5 years ago

Love the turn of the poem--the birth of the new--"a finite thing." Beautiful! DA

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FaithDream 5 years ago from (Midwest) USA

Beautifully written.

Winter's despair and spring's fresh air.

I love how you capture the essence of life. You inspire me.

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago Author

FaithDream, you inspire me, as well! One of the most precious gifts I have ever been given!

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