Fred Babbin

Rookie (1925 / Chicago)

Winter - Poem by Fred Babbin

Winter - the minimalist time
So very white
With snow and rime—
And black where white
has lost its grip.
And you walk with care
So you won’t slip
In the snow.

With the freezing bite
You rework thought
To focus on the light
of the minimalist season
and the solitude of the snow-

And from the cold
You contract yourself
And wish that Summer
Were here again.

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  • K. V. Venkataramana (4/3/2008 10:48:00 AM)

    Harsh realities of winter are conspicuous. A beautiful poem worth enjoying. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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