The snow which falls
Amidst the breeze
The swirling leaves
From swaying trees.
A ragged man
With feet that pain
Walks a path
Like a crooked shadow
Limping, struggling
In this white meadow.
Horses nearby
Stood rigid
Like frozen statues
Bellies dripping.
Eyes drawn still
To the forlorn figure
Battling on
In this cold Winter.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A stark and frigid image is cast in this winter scene. Vivid in reality is there a metaphor here? Nicely painted and penned
No metaphor, just something I remember seeing, many thanks
That paints a touching but sad picture in your head, hopefully he made were he was going, enjoyed the read
many thanks
You atre very welcome
It appears to be more difficult to be a stranger in the winter places than in the tropics… reminds me of the little match girl. 🙏🏻🕊
Thanking you
Really good read. Great rhym scheme. I really liked this one.
many thanks, glad you liked it
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