Monday, December 18, 2017

WINTER POEM

WINTER POEM

The bleak winter landscape,
Brushed with faint color
Slips slowly into twilight,

Bodes an ending, conveys
A sadness for dying things,
Weighs on the heart.

4 comments:

  1. very beautiful, and very sad.

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    1. Thanks, Susan. I wasn't quite as sad as the poem makes me seem. I tried to add a third stanza that was more hopeful, but it didn't work. The Muse doesn't visit often, so I listen to her when she comes.

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  2. What a fine poem. If it weren't for the skies you get this time of year, it might be really bleak.

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    1. Thank you very much, TTC. Indeed, if it weren't for the skies...

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