A blustery wind blows through skeletal trees,
A bluish-gray hue cast upon the land.
The cold wind chills my aching heart,
The landscape a mirrored image of my soul.
Barren.  Blue.
Lonely am I without you,
The heat of your embrace,
The warmth of your kiss.
The years pass as the feeling burns,
A futile attempt to melt my heart.

1/12/2016