In silence, I walk the meadow
where winter threw color away
replaced it with gray
where the stream is an icy ribbon
frozen to the core
it sparkles no more
where naked trees don’t dance
haven’t a chance
now that their partners are gone
I hurry on
stalked by a lonely shadow
where in silence, I walk the meadow
Gorgeous poem!
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Thanks much – I appreciate that!
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“Where winter threw color away…” Excellent line! That is the truth for winter, when there is mostly gray, black and white.
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Thank you! Yes, it’s rather bleak this time of year.
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Beautiful – your words evoke the season perfectly.
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Thank you, kind lady!
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Not kind at all … just truthful 🙂
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I love this poem! It captures beautifully the season. Every line brings to mind a wintry image.
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Thanks so much! I’m glad you like it!
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