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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Winter Poem

Winter by whooa
The cold has slowed the noise of restless Fall
and hoarfrost coats the grass beneath our feet
From Autumn's warmth descends December's pall
The cold has slowed the noise of restless Fall
Eath's shoulders draped within a white prayer shawl
We contemplate another year complete
The cold has slowed the noise of restless Fall
and hoarfrost coats the grass beneath our feet.

7 comments:

Bouncin' Barb said...

Beautiful! And makes me so glad I moved down south. Brrrrr.

Heaven said...

Nice images of winter... you worked well with the repetitive lines evoking winter's coldness

Brian Miller said...

nice...the repitition works really well with this and drives your point...everything does slow quite a bit...the horfrost those is really cool...

The Cello Strings said...

powerful winter piece.

darev2005 said...

Gah. Made me chilly just reading that. Sometimes I wish you weren't so good at imagery.

roughwaterjohn said...

Beautiful! Loved the flow and rhythm of the words, thanks!

M. A. S. said...

Reminds me of "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," which is not a bad poem to be reminded of.

I really like "Eath's shoulders draped within a white prayer shawl" too.