Winter in Lock Haven

Dead trees stand
Rigid along the street below,
Black sentries of the winter mists,
Saluting a hidden sun.
Rows of cars, cold as the air,
Huddle together in the parking lot
Beneath an indifferent sky of gray.

The wind moans loneliness
Outside my window,
Longing for the companionship
I have been too long without.
The winter sun tries to peek
Its blurry eye
Through a curtain of frozen uncertainty,
Gazing coldly at the world below
Before silently slipping away.

Emotionless clouds drift,
Too empty even to weave a blanket of snow
To cover the harshness of death,
The bare loneliness
Of a season made too long by
Solitude.

Broken ice floats downn the river
Like sharp pieces
Of memories.
My world without you
Has been a blank canvas
Of dismal browns and grays.

Will the coming Spring
Thaw this icy discontent,
Or will that promise, too,
Drift away like a solitary ice floe?