The high-wires on telephone poles
are covered in sleepy snow;
the passing electricity
moves through them quietly and slow -
A bird upon a limb alone
sits motionless without a song;
awaiting just one more snowflake to fall
the last leaf reverently refuses to be gone -
Clouds above it all linger in a mist
as if the chilled breath of loves last kiss;
darkness, gazes down upon the earth
wrapped in a blanket of bitter coldness -
Natures annual treason
found in this the final season;
to glorify Spring
must be it's true purpose, and reason -
Another great write Smoky, so descriptive of Winter - lovely.
An apt and beautiful description of Winter, Smoky, loved, Nature`s annual treason, let`s hope Spring will soon find its way here.
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I would like to translate this poem
What a great metaphor for winter-NATURES ANNUAL TREASON. A great summing up of winter. Come on, convert to rhyme, cause you are good at it