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Winter

Winter

A Poem by Jack...



Winter

 

I can hear the birds singing

But I can’t see them

Calling for the sun to rise

From dark branches scraping the sky

Full of life they sound

Perched high above the speckled lawn

Clinging to sticks, crooked and bare

Formed of countless years trying

And mistletoe nightmares

 

Melodies bridge the breeze

Lonely corn fields of narrow rows

And a garden of sleeping blooms

Life waiting to be reborn

To paint the landscape with color

Bringing happiness to the birds

Singing anyway on the cusp of new

The edge of beauty near

As eastern horizons wake

 

Grey skies still cling the heavens

I listen, quietly to this music

As if their harmonies will lift

The loneliness from my heart

Chambered worries of what will come

Pulsating rivers in free flowing vistas

Counting minutes until spring arrives

And I whisper a sad good bye

But I will return…I will return

 

© 2014 Jack...


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Jack...
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....alas Winter I knew you well... cant say I'll miss you but I will wish you god's speed....

I really liked your poem ;)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I truly appreciate your kind words.

"Pulsating rivers in free flowing vistas

Counting minutes until spring arrives

And I whisper a sad good bye"

As your words are born in beauty, life in nature waiting to be reborn in beauty. Grey skies still cling to the future landscape with color...Excellent./..:)...................


Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you Sami. I am glad you enjoyed this
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

I did. You are welcome...:)...............
Can feel the melancholy nature, of this poem, of a season, which has overstayed it's welcome, and the hope that a change of seasons, will bring to one's soul. Only a few more days, Jack, until this comes true.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

I can't wait my friend. Thanks so much.
therisa

10 Years Ago

Your welcome, Jack, and yes, I need to reminded that Spring is coming, as another wintery day grippe.. read more
More the change from one season to another, I feel, Jack. Smooth writing without jarring notes. something to be savoured and lingered over. Despite the subject matter. An achievement.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so very much my friend. I appreciate your kind words.
Jack, this is great. Too great.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Addie.

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Jack...
Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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