D.W. Good


Winter And The Sun - Poem by D.W. Good

It’s raining in December but the cold has yet to come,
And I, I remember wanting winter to be this way
As the summer ended, the green beginning the decay.
Mud is everywhere and the winter has not yet come.

The elder words resound, “Do not wish your life away”,
But I did that anyway, for the cold followed me often into the sun
Where I hoped to be done and move on to a new and better day
Still, the winter will not forget that here waits one who wants to run

Run until some warmth takes hold, via rapid stride or memories of old
Any solace from the relentless cold, run towards the sun!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 7, 2011


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