Doors In Winter Poem by Leslie Philibert

Doors In Winter

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Chinese toothed, slack chinned,
concerned at the inrunning cold
you flood the snowed path with light

like a stage. Your singular silence
incomprehensible for the coated shape,
once known, now a smile of wire.

The years, like snow, clean the slate.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 20 October 2015

Verily, a good similitude of the aged....10

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