the winter is at the end ,they say it will snow again


february clouds

over the mountains
deep dark clouds
have spread like
pitch black dark night
for high mountains are
covered in fog

they are alone
silent and grim
why so dreary?
the owl mourns
my beloveds death

rain drizzles on
my garden table
am i awake
or world sleeps?



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-20 at 03:08

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
One feels the sadness in these lines. The demise of Winter is not full of whistles and bangs is it. More of the same happens, until....
Blessings, Allen
2024-02-20