Kevin East

Rookie - 7 Points (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

England. - Poem by Kevin East

Covered in snow.
Such silent art,
Outside my window.
And I feel
As lost as the sun.
What wind could blow frost,
That is spun
Into galleries of white.
From a farmhouse,
A distant light.
That bathes someone's soul.
Burning in a grate
Of wood and coal,
Rogue flames
Flicker and dance.
Charming their audience
Into trance.
And I feel
As lonely as the trees
Bereft of winter coat.
Left by summer breeze,
For the snowmen to gloat.
And every season has its way.
Be it so brief.
And I look up to the stars,
Like a single iced leaf,
Abandoned to die.
From England
I send my dreams
To fly.

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  • (2/2/2013 5:24:00 PM)

    As a Canadian use to nothing but snow this time of year it’s nice to read a work that sees the innocents of winter. A very enthralling read (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013

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