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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-18 at 06:14

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John Ashleigh
A seasonal poem that is perfectly seasoned. A good write, Eli. Keep writing.

Your friend,
John.
2011-03-18


shells
Brrrr, this matches the weather here today, when spring ought to be on the way. Enjoyed the phrase "when the moon falls past the crest."
2011-03-18