Tony Adah


The Cold Is Here Again - Poem by Tony Adah

Everywhere now the wind is here
After the war between
The northerlies and the southerlies
When the dust settled everywhere
And the wind is chill
Guess who won.
This is my best if clime
When I need put nothing
In my fridge
For everywhere is cold.
Like an embrace of some sort
I open my arms
Stretch them wide
And take my friend
Into my bosom
In a soul yearning idyll of every year's visit.
I am drenched in the cold
In my bed cover, snoring
Waiting for the day to crack
For me to see the frail sun
Dusted in a haze
Of the season I like.

Topic(s) of this poem: winter


Comments about The Cold Is Here Again by Tony Adah

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/5/2015 6:57:00 AM)


    last part of the poem is very beautiful, nice work, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015



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