Treasure Island

John Thorne


Cold Days


The stars, weighed down by ice
Have fallen from the sky
The moon seems far away
And its light is cold

An empty wind is sighing
Winding through the trees
Its breath is icy cold
But it is without malice

Alone and cold, a line of men
Trudge slowly through the snow
Heroes? No, only simple men
Driven on by loneliness and pain

A bare white sun has risen
And there it hangs unwarming
But it looks down without malevolence
For now is Winter’s time

A joyful spring shall soon return
And men will laugh and boast
But today, in winter, they are silent
Struggling through the snow

Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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