Here again endless snow is sown,
It glides on pane and walls alone.
The cold of snowy blankets spreads
Upon the fields and softly treads.
Through dreams of days pure and white,
It settles within me day and night.
Drawing something upon the pane,
Patterns formed, or just ash's stain?
Perhaps it's ashes from the fire,
In fireplace, with stones so dire,
As spring follows in its stride,
Dreams of spring will soon reside.
With her, clarity will arise,
Snow cant compete in her guise.
At first, in dreams, it'll come to close,
And after sleep, the snow'll depose.
The dream of mine will roll like a sheet,
A shadow on the wall it'll meet.
Only the chill from shadows cast
Reminds of winter's frozen past.
Across the land, somewhere there,
Up north, they speak as if in air.
By morning time, they may forget,
Or will remember? It's not set.
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Spring s snow
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The poem is wonderfully written.There are some poetic touches which are particularly catching.I wish You further success.
Светлана Барашко 31.08.2023 11:31 • Заявить о нарушении
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