A . T . Perkins

Rookie (1970 / Cincinnati, Ohio)

The Snow Covered Field - Poem by A . T . Perkins

The field, its blanket of snow
and blinding whiteness
surrounds me.
The wet chill, the cold
cutting into me - my thoughts.
The vastness, I am but
a speck.
The deadness of color, a desolate
plain - numbs your mind.
I am the only color, the only life.
In the cold
I find the meaning of
loneliness.


Comments about The Snow Covered Field by A . T . Perkins

  • (5/9/2006 3:17:00 PM)


    Excellent imagery. You have painted a fine word landscape of a winter day. It makes
    me feel nostalgic.

    Kind regards,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, May 12, 2006


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