The frosted breath of winter bears the smell of snow
It scatters life’s discard across the withered grass
Darkness devours the light from a fading sun’s glow
Frozen despair drops from black skies like jagged glass
Night steals the warmth from the dying sun’s reflection
Leafless trees hinder not the tormenting winds bite
His coat collar pulled tight offers no protection
Against the violent stab of one more frozen night
The cold crawls into his brain and numbs his senses
But in the quietness no one can hear his plea
As the soft white blanket softens his defenses,
He embraces the blessings of death…He is free
The image you posted is beautiful. Then your words take us to the other side of winter… to the dark side. Still beautiful, but bittersweet… and sad.
Excellent.
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Thanks Felicia, there is a dark side to everything.
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Very true, Jerry.
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Brilliant Jerry, you managed to convey the beauty of winter yet warn of it’s dark heart and remind us that as some think of snowball fights others fight to survive the snow.
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Precisely Nigel. For every good, there is a bad.
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You create telling images, Jerry, culminating in a powerful, if a somewhat despondent, denouement.
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Thanks Roland. As always, your words are encouraging.
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Beautifully conjured up
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Thanks Derrick,
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A perfect pairing of photo and poem!
Your words paint vivid word pictures!
I kinda’ like thinking about Winter on an August day. 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Thanks. maybe I will write about August when winter sets in.
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Beautiful imagery.
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Thanks, we should always look for the beauty in everything but be aware of the dark things that can occur. As the saying goes, “There but for the grace of God go I.”
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You’re welcome. So true!Have a blessed day. See you soon. Peace
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