Treasure Island

Jim Milks

(2/7/1966 / Boston)

Poems of Jim Milks

61. Fire 8/30/2007
62. Fire: A Haiku 1/4/2008
63. Fireplace: a Haiku 2/3/2009
64. Fishing: A Limerick 8/19/2008
65. Football Stole my Man: A Song 1/25/2009
66. For Life… 10/1/2007
67. Forty-three 2/2/2009
68. Freedom 8/30/2007
69. Freedom of the Flame 8/30/2007
70. Futility 8/30/2007
71. Global Warming: a Limerick 5/19/2008
72. Happiness: a Haiku 5/19/2008
73. Happy Birthday Dad 8/30/2007
74. Happy Birthday to me: a Limerick 2/9/2008
75. Happy Mother's Day 8/30/2007
76. Hate 8/30/2007
77. He Waits 5/19/2009
78. Helel ben Sharar 8/30/2007
79. Helel ben Sharar: Revisited 8/30/2007
80. Hell: A Limerick 12/20/2007

Cold Spring

Staring out my window on a bright spring day,
Seems even the weather knows how I feel dismay.
Dark clouds gather the cold is near.
Spring and rebirth no longer matter, I fear.
White snow is falling, gathering all in its cold embrace.
A flower hides, encased in the coldness.
There is no sunshine only sadness.
No love to be found,
Cold, dark clouds abound.

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