The Whispering wind blows beside me,
And the chirping birds softly sing their song,
The living leaves of Gaia no longer we see,
As winter has come and it seeks to live long.
The tunes of winter sung by wolves,
And its liveliness’ shown by fog,
The dance of winter preformed by ghouls,
Oh winter, thy shall now have thy own synagogue.
nice 'poetic experience' on winter...winter cool soothing! 10
Ah Eddy, this is a wonderful nature poem with winter surrounding it. You did a great job creating images we can feel close to. Loved it! '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Hi Eddy - Always nice to greet someone from far Nepal - how are your Winters - lots of snow! A lovely poem in terms of structure - metre - rhyme and content. Whwn Winter comes it sure takes over! The Birds go quiet and even Gaia (Spirit of the living world) sheds her leaves. It is a season for wilder things - wolves and long dead ghouls. Winter is a time for retrospection and in Northern Climes she does erect a synagogue of ice and snow. Well done I score it TEN. Yours in poetry - JOHN.
Wow...nice one..We don't have winter in my place...but I do hope I can enjoy it
Interesting use of thy. Your poems seem to have their own self-organizing atmospheres. Different too; I like it.
I love how you put Gaia in there. I don't think i've seen her used in a poem i've read yet. we're going over the gods and goddesses in Latin so it was really cool to see that. I love the imagery you used. Great imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting lines on winter.