Love Like Hate

A winter mist in drizzled rays

Of frizzled lights in shortened days,

In shriveled leaves enlaced with frost

Taken by the city lost.

Amidst this ease a simple note;

A harmony in the lines I wrote

About the whiteness of our snows,

The dark of shadow no one knows.

Stepping in a forest mystery,

The trees are high, and whisper history...

Walking with no trail in sight —

The deepest hours of the night.

Many times I’ve come to this;

A state of solace, and inner bliss,

Entangled by the sunny beam —

My innocence, I redeem.

And so, I wait, in late of end,

A simple line I must defend;

A seemingly powerful yet absurd,

And seemingly drivel four letter word.