Poem - Real Feeling Of Winter
Soothing flakes that fall around,
Sensation of whiteness winter bound.
Softly touches the hands of time,
Slows down every bells and chimes.
Over the hills of snowy dunes,
On white satin and silvery moons,
Ocean's dark abyss and fallen sky,
Ode to the shivering life that passes by..
Follow the silver trail of a winter land,
Flowing through the rivers and hidden sand.
Forcing the sweat from every able man,
Freezing moments, taking a chance.
The wind that blows the droplet of icy glitters,
To the land of sweet and feeling bitter.
Throw the life's turns to the ashes of old,
Taste the chilly touch of the hands of cold.
Letting the memories of warmth slip by,
Leaving the life of the mortal and fly,
Lonely eagle deplore its call up high,
Lowering its wings at the humble cry.
Yell to the sound of the Northern groan,
Yet there is no sound of the forest's moan.
Yeld fields of strong once grown,
You have no sense of the sounds that roam.
SOFTLY, the presence of winter takes over
SOFTLY the world goes under its cover.....