Winter leave me now

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This brittle chill, this iron cold
this fall from grace for me
is winter in a nutshell
and a few words, certainly
So I fund solace in these times
with words that speak of sun
and warmer days of sunshine
when winter days are done

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Winter for me now

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These winter days of sunshine
warm coats to brave the cold
Swift walks upon the hill and field
to keep from growing old
Then home to nice warm slippers
and scalding mugs of tea
Warming toes beside the fire
this winter here for me

Winter with me now

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Eight line stanza thinking of
the winter with me now
Brittle chill, not warming sun
cold upon my brow
But dressed up warm its good to brace
the iron winter chill
for as it passes Springtime looms
and ever closer still

The lost words

We are lost words searching
for a poem we once knew
Somehow we were parted
and it’s left us feeling blue
We feel bereft and lacking
it’s not nice to be alone
We should be with all the other words
in a poem that’s our home

Zed

 

So April reaches its last day
It’s been a beauty, I must say

This life. What life?

 

Since, all we see now is misery, pain and darkness in the world, one can imagine how pointless life’s are becoming, everyday, bullying and all such crimes or perhaps sins have flooded what we used to call, “Our Planet”. It doesn’t seem like “Our Planet” anymore, does it? Talking from the general (public) point of view, whatever is left is discrimination in this world and no one really cares about anyone unless he’s got some thick load of cash in his pockets which he’ll be kind enough to “share”? I don’t think “share” is the right word here. That’s what this short little poem (or a stanza if I don’t procrastinate and work it over) is about.