WinterA Poem by Patrick McCombs
The cold air makes everything still
Like the whole world took a sleeping pill And as we stumble through this frozen instant Everything seems distant Sounds seem duller Fading color Trees dead and bare The world doesn't seem to care Warmth's sweet and hard to find The grayness batters the mind The glorious white snow turns to grey slush There is a sudden rush For spring And all the pleasures it brings © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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Added on June 6, 2013 Last Updated on June 6, 2013 Author
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