On a Cold Winter’s Night

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Open Poetry #24

On a Cold Winter’s Night

Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2002-12-30 08:52 AM

The empty coal bin,
Taunts me as the flame dies down,
I’ll switch to wood then,
It’s a walk cross snowy ground.
Crunch through the ice crust
The west wind made it icy
As it rounded high peak thrust
Heading to the sea.
Gathering in cold
Off the summer pile stacked high
All that I can hold
Arms full with a frosty sigh
Stepping in my step,
Through the windy winter howl,
Retracing each step
Coming back from the wood pile.
Inside I pause there
Back in the warmth of fire,
I feed it with care,
Not to let it expire.
I knew this old tree
It fell of ice last winter
This year it is warming me.

Blow wind blow
Cross fields fallow
Whip white blades of snow
Drum upon my window

Gloom

neveah5
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since 2002-11-22

Posts 197
Ohio

1 posted 2002-12-30 08:53 AM

this creates a very vivid picture in my mind

Sunshine

Administrator

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2002-12-30 09:04 AM

Now bring to us
the smell of the wood...

regards2you
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since 2002-10-01

Posts 3940
California

3 posted 2002-12-30 10:24 AM

Lovely picture you've painted, with deeper meanings. Enjoyed. No black widows in that frozen wood pile, I'd like to think!

Warm regards, Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
"Desiderata"

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

4 posted 2002-12-30 04:32 PM

I knew this tree and where it stood
just beyond the spring at head of wood
and in its age it fell to earth
and now in reverence burns in hearth

enjoyed this Gloom...

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