To lofting winds and shallow puddles
Winding through time and substance
A man softly hovers
Unaware of the winter chill
Against himself he huddles
The seasons blend and fall in line
The animals forage for life
As coldness whips the air
Thoughts of long past lovers
And darkness falls upon the land
It has only just started
Before the clearing snowfall passes
And colors have departed
A settling calm weaves upon us
We awaken to a new warmth
Having made it to yet another day.
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS
I like the positive ending..
ReplyDeletea winter tale
great poem..i very much enjoyed reading it..
ReplyDeleteThere is a sweetness about that warmth. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI felt hope in this poem...very beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteVery nice introspective piece here. I really enjoyed the message and poetic flow. Well done.
ReplyDeletei can definitely feel the shuffle in your poem
ReplyDeleteVery nice - to make it to the next day is indeed a good omen!
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