As the colored lamps are shining, the arrival
Of Christmas, they are heralding,
In the streets, where daylight is short, the crouching
People do to hurry their walking,
The year end, from the north, the Arctic cold waves
Are persisting and flooding spry.
And already casting a frosty light
The young moon's in the eastern sky.
(Dec.,23rd,2023, Kinsley Lee)
- Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 5th, 2024 09:56
- Comment from author about the poem: The landscape at year-end of 2023.
- Category: Short story
- Views: 1
Comments1
I feel this delicious artic cold wave !
Hi! Lorenz
Thank you for your kind comments. Have a nice weekend!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.