Winter

Winter

A 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