Wintertide

in #poem6 years ago

At seasons close, light grows weak and gaunt
Cold goose bumped skin longs for the absent sun
To live, is to be cursed with want
Though curses we know, exceed the one
To live, we linger in memories that haunt
Though we conceive flight and attempt to outrun

The cold you know, a prelude to eternal winter
All sunshine and green forever lost
Hope begins to fragment and splinter
Another of living’s endless costs

And so it is the season’s jest
That we may count all that’s blessed

Snow, Night, Moon, Cold, Winter, Trees, Landscape
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Great photo! Excellent use of light.

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What a beautiful pic

What a beautiful pic

nice post.

Great photo. but i love the poem you made very creative! :)