Thursday, 5 April 2012

When Nature Decides

A lump formed in my throat
as I looked down at the small, lifeless form.

Bitterly cold and wet
and then a breath; a whisper
and a distant heartbeat.

For three hours we warmed
and held and tried to massage
a dwindling life.

I think it was the cold.
Its not spring up here.
Its still winter.

And winter took a new life.


  1. Powerful choice of words, this brought a lump to my throat and tears formed at the back of my eyes. Winter can be so cruel.

  2. Cuby Poet: This was one of twins born yesterday in bitterly cold weather. Thankfully the other one survived.