Reflections Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Dark winter night, a window-sill is crystallized with frost,
Outside a world is bitter, dump, cold

The moon is cruel, prudish and the howling wind
Is like a two-edged sword to sheathe the escaping boughs

City streets deserted, shops are closed against avenues glow
Only scattered papers are chased by whirling winds on the streets below

Shadows of feral cats stalk in the dimming lights; a frightening show
Who would walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.

My past child memories so gentle, full of glee
Against the warm window glass do return to me


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