Tail of winter
Other Poems by CrisSp:
- Toronto: The Subway Experience
Commuting via public transit is a fun way to explore and enjoy the citys' best. It also promotes healthy living! So, come join me experience Toronto's best - The Subway!
- Grace of November ( A Poem)
The grace of November comes with gray skies and pouring rain, grief and discomfort and all that mess. But, this is simply a passage of time and all will be well in just a matter of time.
Remnants of winter on the first day of March
Seems to be the darkest of all,
Snow is silent, slow and soft,
White but not quite divine.
My soul imprisoned in chain,
Soul drifting in cold, wisps of vapour
from my winter breath.
Death owns a time, this cold afternoon will pass,
And while I dwell on my sentimental journey,
its biting wind, I'll try to endure.
This troubled sky ‘though not quite in despair,
Makes my eyes thick and droopy with heavy tears.
Now, the ground is thick with slush and sleet,
The day is ending and the night is descending;
I’m still far away from home to huddle and cuddle,
But soon, soon, I will be there for mama’s chicken soup.
Copyright©CrisSp~TM/03-2012. Read me: "The heart of my soul speaks to the soul of my heart by writing." ~
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© 2012 CrisSp