Foreboding Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Foreboding
Only when the last needle,
and the most tenacious ornament
have fallen off this year's tree
and when all bottles are empty,
the cupboards bare again.....
only then will the Gods relent
and, with a heavenly twinkle,
send a small smile through the clouds,
followed by some half-hearted flakes
of last season's snow and sleet,
silly remnants of a life gone by,
heralds of the coming insignificance.
Strong hint of pessimism in this one Herbert, but it is so well written, in fact, it is quiet beautiful, it would be petty to to judge it on it's theme.
This is wonderful Herbert..........Even though I always look forward to the end of the holidays and the start of the new year, there's a hint of sadness. This poem seems to capture that feeling for me. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 9:37:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice and very quietly soothing