Poem - Winter
A winter poem
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Dear Reflections,
I think I read some of the first line somewhere, or heard it, but darned if I can remember where, so if that was yours thank you for the inspiration. As I sit here typing the sun is streaming through the window and my heart is lifted away from the imagery of this poem, or at least what I was trying to create. It sat in my poetry drafts document for a while and I ‘finished’ it this morning. As usual it’s still a draft - as they all are until months later. Enjoy!
Winter
Winter is a single candle
dancing in a hollow tree
the shadows of Spring chased
to wrinkled bark crevices
dark frost hardened waxen shards
slice time painlessly
like fresh cut flesh that stings
only after the injury is found.
Winter lingers too long
the exposed wick slow to burn.
Winter is a lonely candle
weeping in a dead tree.
So that’s all folks,
ta-ra for now, Tx
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Great imagery!!