When Winter Comes

When winter comes

And replaces autumn’s fog

​With a lingering chill,

Blinding the path home

And encroaching on our hearts

With leaden weight,

Where is warmth in the  

Desolate waste?

What flame will unveil the

Pavement at my feet?


When winter comes

And the sun refuses to

Creep over the horizon,

In the shadows I am forced

To search for my salvation.


But between modest walls

A mother sings

And all are hushed.

Out of glass glints a fire,

Kindled to shield this home

Against the season’s enemy.

I stand on the street

​And looking I see

That light still burns

When winter comes.





Photo by:

Mira Kemppainen

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