A December Too Cold

A December Too Cold

A Poem by Philip S.

Snow fell over the eyelash 
exactingly blindness over the emerald, fearful seer.

Snow deafened, encompassed the night-slain forest
and the freezing soul had shed tears
lost in the aging, despairing pool of iced over faith.

What valued day will forsake
the long company of the missing, gassed year?
Green, Blue, Brown, and Hazel turn Gray
conforming to a harrowing, sacrificing bond.

But a painful, racist eve
drives the sickle through frozen hearts
breeding enduring, persevering courage.
          Cruelty's b*****d - adopted by good and legend.

© 2012 Philip S.

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Added on May 26, 2010
Last Updated on April 5, 2012
Tags: freezing, Cold, war, world, snow, evil, good