Summer twilight
Now a dream
As cold wind blow
In icy seams
The leafless tree
Naked stands
Its branches now
As if cold hands.
The borders
Were flowers stood
Barren
Stems of wood
Ice crystals form
In prisms light
So many colours
Before the night.
The grass has withered
No more to grow
Its effort snubbed
By recent snow
To lay in wait
Till warmth returns
When darkened soil
In life it bursts.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Good write N. Now me next poem, erm, Summer, or it might be Autumn - or Spring! lol.
Lol, thanks for reading, I will try and and avoid repetition
Erm, if your poem was named 'Night', mine could be 'Day'! lol.
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