Fishing in the Snow

Tom Wood

 

Wandering far from home

Glistening streams of ice

Sliding down; I cannot fall

Though the powder seems real nice

 

My legs complain, fingers groan

As I ready-up my line

Attach the hook, lower it down

See it, through the ice, shine

 

The cold waves throw themselves

Against the rocks firm stand

Darling, I wish you were here

To clasp your gentle hand

 

My line moves no more

Just swings in the breeze

And the sound of my melodies

Whistling echoes through the trees

 

I am done with my time

But I dare not reel in, see

The fish have sticky socks

And I’ve nowhere to be

 

My line still stands taunt

For me, I let life go

My whistling’s gone, but

My story lives on, that

I was once fishing in the snow

 

  • Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 26th, 2019 00:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: This one is also a somewhat old one I tidied up. Someone asked for me to write a poem about "fish with sticky socks", so I did. Anyways, this one as always had a dark theme to it, but I hope that the few subtle glints of humor make it a pleasant read for you.
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 40
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Comments1

  • orchidee

    Good write Tom.

    • Tom Wood

      Thank you, orchidee 🙂



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