The Raisonneur
Ah, distinctly I remember
It was in the bleak December.
The cold north winds would not abate,
The raisonneur of my life’s fate.
Dark night gave way to morning light,
A winter wonderland of white
Perched lightly on my iron gate,
The raisonneur of my life’s fate.
She turned to me, spoke in hushed tones
Said I must kneel and weep alone.
A thousand years I lie in wait,
The raisonneur of my life’s fate.
Ah distinctly I remember
The raisonneur of my life’s fate.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
December 30, 2015
Colleen Keller Breuning 