Winter Blues

Dark clouds descend

Upon my gloomy soul.

Bleeding tears in throes

My heart breaks apart.



As night decries its imperious beauty

No lustre illumines the sky above

Ashame, appall, aghast

Stars and moon creep away beyond the blue.



When dawning stretches at daybreak

Come forth the yawn of a sapless hope

Misty dew sobs beneath the steaming fog.

It dims the tyrant chilly morning bleak.



@LCDancel

18 June 2006

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

I tried to be cheery but winter does affect our kind disposition.

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timbiondollo's picture

Excellent work, I liked it. The poem read well, although I thought some of the wording was forced. Found you on the posts. I like your style it is fresh.
Tim