The Snow Covered Field Poem by A . T . Perkins

The Snow Covered Field

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The field, its blanket of snow
and blinding whiteness
surrounds me.
The wet chill, the cold
cutting into me - my thoughts.
The vastness, I am but
a speck.
The deadness of color, a desolate
plain - numbs your mind.
I am the only color, the only life.
In the cold
I find the meaning of
loneliness.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 09 May 2006

Excellent imagery. You have painted a fine word landscape of a winter day. It makes me feel nostalgic. Kind regards, Sandra

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