Winter’s Sky
A winter’s sky
A winter’s night
The winds are dry
In endless blight
A passing storm
A blanket snow
The fleeting warm
To icing flow
A distant sun
A masking cloud
The day is done
Of winter’s shroud
An empty time
A quiet pause
The wretched grime
Which never thaws
A winter’s sky
A winter’s night
The silent cry
For summer’s light
Copyright SGW 2005
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Poem: Winter's Sky
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2 comments:
Nicely done! I feel that way exactly as the snow flies and the wind blows and the driveway's impediment certainly grows.
Another bunkered in weekend here.
Kat
Thank you. We have a dreary day here, but thankfully it is only rain. See, I love Canada, but too much cold and snow for me!
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