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Submitted by fthillsboomer on 31 January 2008 - 10:01pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
I don’t know what Winter is about
Clouds, cold, naked trees and snow
Of these symptoms there is no doubt
Its Winter’s meaning that I would know
To Mother Nature’s Calendar and Eye
Do frost covered barren fields reveal?
The reason why so much must die
And only spring that death repeal
Birds migrate, Bears hibernate, Sun stays low
Days shorten, nights lengthen, starlight is strong
Branches snap when cold winds blow
Is it imagination or is Winter too long?
Breath showing, walks shorter than healthy for heart
Moving briskly through forest unable to shout
At dog or companion and ask, If I’m smart
Why don’t I know what Winter is about?
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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How does this theme appeal to you?
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Is the internal logic consistent?
In honor of these winter days
