Chase Reeves

The Wind - Poem by Chase Reeves

a winter wind passes through me
a chilling apathy
a reget of words unsaid
and lement of things left for dead
shrieks through the leaves
as it tears down the trees
chills to bone
as i suffer alone

a spring breeze alleviates
the horror of winters wake
a lofty minaret of warmth besets
a stark contrast to winters falconets
the flowers blossom
and trees bloom
and the gust filled with sweet perfumes

the zealous zephyr of summer projects
a searing steaming breath connects
happyness consumes
for summer is a boon
troubles miles away
from the joy of the everyday
and as the sun sets
troubles rear their heads

the astral air of autum
things have hit rock-bottom
for a battlefeild amasses
that will devastate the masses
the bayonets of ice
versus the cannonade of heat
the victor is sadly winter
ans death to spring and summer
but as the year concludes
so does winter too

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 9, 2010

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