Winter Poem by Donatien Moisdon

Winter



Dirt roads and rotting fallen leaves
glisten and grizzle underfoot.

Grey nights, icy tears of rain
darken the red of maple-trees
and, with a whiny death-rattle
strip bare a web of black sinews
where bully clouds hurry and flee.

Winter, time of the penniless,
accept of a poor devil
his childish stares in misery.

Saturday, April 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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