...Gilded Winter... poetry by Carole Anzolletti

A gilded sadness

in her harrowed heart

pulling strings of day

and night apart

The breathing and darkness

envelope the life

of worrying daughter

mother

wife

The tireless clock is ticking

the ghosts come close

and cold

the heart once strong and solid

has grown compliant and old

The daytime churns

with repeated concerns

The nighttime decends

with uncertain friends

The horizon draws near

The destination more clear

As tireless time ticks on