Came Winter Poem by Kassem Oude

Sitting next to my stove
Hearing fire wailing tongue
I feel quiet like in cove
Pour of soul what in hangs

Wander my eyes through window
Scratches my pen on leaf face
Mind planes as light arrow
In large pace among places

Branches do on rhythm sway
Blows of wind wisper n'wail
Showers bias swift obey
Pick on panes as rude nail

Clouds as ship agglomerate
Play with sun hide-and-seek
Many lives do hibernate
Nature mourns winter's weeks.

12/24/2008