The Standoff Poem by Clive Culverhouse

The Standoff

standing in front of me
chest puffed out, ready

the snow had blanked
out everything yet
betrayal ran in little
bird hops across
what used to be the grass
and a robin
looked on expectantly

and although colour
needed an advocate
I wasn't going to fight
we had argued yesterday

I turned and went back in
winter having the last word

Wednesday, February 5, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: betrayal,colour,nature,relationship,seasons,snow,standing,winter
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The Standoff poem by Clive Culverhouse, winter poems, winter poetry
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