I Have Learnt

While I sit here, on these ramparts
A blue wind blows, and I begin to brood
The sounds are subdued
The colors, sober
Life goes on in midst of a feud,
Of mind and heart. Of mind over heart.

I have learnt that much, and it is a start.

It is still only February,
And the door to Spring is not yet ajar.
Will the winter flakes give way to joyous leaves?
Bright, cheery, in all their glory?
The chill beckons the loner,
And he whispers to the wind, his story.

I have learnt,
Through many a finger burnt,
Upset applecarts,and false starts.
It isn't always rosy, or even rosy-hued
Though I sit here alone, forlorn, playing my part,
Life still goes on in midst of the feud.

Of mind and heart. Of mind over heart.