Winter’s white
Belies the fact
That it is Dark’s season
That he is master
That he has no mercy
For the light
But encourages shadows
As we shrink into ourselves
He is a foretaste of death
Some of the cold to come
That Spring will not follow
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Author:
Lorna (
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oh my dear
these words read frighteningly bleak, I think
I mean, call a spade a spade
rightfully:
winter is indeed, dark and bleak
I agree,
but why take away our Spring of hope
in your verse,
come now, allow us that
at least... lol
thanks for sharing, a fun read
(home you don't mind me indulging in a light hearted interpretation of your work)
they just dont get much starker than this .. and that's one hell of a bloomin compliment, I can tell ya ............... N
I'd better lighten up I think.....
Oohh, only two weeks before it starts getting lighter again. Don't use up the extra minute or two of light all at once! lol.
We might welcome that, but not fancy 'Only two weeks of Summer left'.
Yes thanks for that uplifting reminder Orchi! I didn't really mean for this to be as gloomy as it turned out. Xmas lights help!
Well, it was a rainy day here. It turned dark about 1pm for a while. Who put the lights out?! lol
Winters death, so apropos, for nature itself has provided the shroud of white.
Beautifully penned
Thanks Suresh - maybe better if I don't get so dark too often... I think it's bad for people..... ha
Be yourself first and foremost, and the rest will adjust
That 'master' may be there at the moment but we know that it will soon be dispersed when the glory of Spring arrives as arrive it will.
Andy
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