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Best Poems About / On WINTER
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A Winter Message
A flake of snow in flurry thro the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Mark R Slaughter
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Trees
Splash red
A rush of autumn leaves that
Bled away their beauty as they
Died upon the breeze.
Frost.
Leaves lost.
Stocky frames
Thinning at the dendrites
Animate their colour under dusk:
A paling brown,
Emerging grey
Deeper, darker
Leads to black:
Silhouettes braced for winter,
Like monuments of hardiness
Against the freeze.
Barely hanging overhead, charcoal-grey chassis
Buckle under silent flow of ever-stacking billows
While stings in the face foretell the ice-blight.
An arrow-bound wind builds,
Penetrating flesh,
Whistling out its warning
To the nakedness of winter woods
Fair-weather green coats too fickle for the stay.
Summer died upon another eon.
Autumn scampered from the chill.
But the trees fought back; upheld their dignity
No fuss, pomp, or thrill.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Mark R Slaughter
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Winter
A cracked lip; raw skin.
I pined for orange flickers
Dancing off a cheery fire.
A gelid blast of arctic air
Had caught me unawares
Reinforcing my desire.
Turning down an avenue,
I froze; suspicious trees
Likely destined for a pyre
Were laughing off the icy chill
Of callous winter nights.
And I? Simply to retire
Snug, inside a balmy chair
Of warming solitude:
Ah! my carol, my festive choir.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
Winter winter winter winter winter
Winter winter winter winter winter
Winter winter winter winter winter
Mark R Slaughter
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Winter Is Dis
Winter is Dis
For the Safeway girl
Winter is discontent
Winter is unrequited love
Winter is in my heart forever
Winter is goes into spring
Winter is
Winter is my heart
Winter is the dart
You threw at me, Erline
Charles R Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
Charles Hice
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