The Winter Poem by Phil Soar

The Winter



And the leaves fell
The cold bit like a hungry wolf
Green turned to white
Days grew short
Time seemed to stand still
Months without purpose
Smiles turn to grimacing
Gloves on
Noses run
Waiting for a day of sun
Spring seems so far away
And when the buds begin to show
The grimace turns back to smiles

Friday, November 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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