Those Were The Days

This poem will transport you back to the "good old days".

Snow lightly dusts the ground and ice hangs from our porch.  Candles flicker from inside my abode.  As the brisk winter wind blows through the pines, a smooth, humble whistle drifts through the air.  This night, this silent night will soon be forgotten.  Until we meet again. 

Author's Note

I know this poem is super short and perhaps a little too simple, but what do you think?

Reviews

[Nebula]

Nice poem and beatiful words