Winter is Nigh - revised
the cold eats my bones
leaves fall
in a bright
gold
maze
dark days
of rain
are leaving
and night
is here
too soon
a fence hides
a howling dog
gives thought
to the source
of its croon
while the moon
falls past
the crest
in the dark
which will pass
while the cold
eats my bones
Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2011-03-18 at 06:14
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