In the bleak mid winter
when Pandora's box has closed it's lid on hope
The barren trees have cried their red and yellow tears
and stand skeletal on the frigid slope
The robin dips his frozen little head
in vain attempt to shelter from the gale
The leaden clouds which brood in winter skies
bring forth their spew of freezing snow and hail
In the black and unforgiving night
it's only love can guide us to the light.
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Author:
Philip (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have been absent for a couple of years so I though I would cheer everyone up with a poem about mid winter!
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Well where have you been Philip
It's about time someone brought the sunshine!
Great write if out of season
Love is indeed the only way we can move forward to light - an inspiring message Philip and welcome back to MPS
Well, thanks for the weather reminder. And here, we were just seeing the first glimpse of sunshine. I must say that I enjoyed your poem, its use of metaphor, and its natural images.
For one, I agree with the sentiment of the power of love, as it stands against Nature.
So a welcome back is in order, and you start out your new tenure in fine fashion. - Phil A.
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