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The Cold Winter (poem)

Updated on October 29, 2013

I can’t recall a winter quite so cold

Or silence which was buried by the snow

My memory of things is hard to hold

The flame which offered warmth has lost its glow

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The wind has taken summer far away

The flowers from those moments all have died

The window to my future frozen gray

The exit for some reason was denied

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The sun which kissed spring’s morning wanders past

In search of fragrance dancing mid the air

A special time which ever meant to last

And when it wakes again will it be there

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I can’t recall when winter bore such frost

Than when eyes opened to a world I lost

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      The cold within is much worse than the cold outside. :) Beautiful and sad, Martin.

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      DJ Anderson 3 years ago

      Martin, your words speak volumes.

      You are still the poet master!

      DJ.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      A frozen feeling in the heart is so much more a bitter winter than one in nature. So beautifully expressed, Martin.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Profound and true ...nothing worse than a heart that is frozen in time while the eyes look out upon the frozen earth ... sad one. Aw, the video is not working either on my end, very sad indeed.

      Up and more and sharing

      Hugs, Faith Reaper

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      Devika Primić 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      The Cold Winter great writing and so cold.

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      Victor W. Kwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

      Another amazing craft.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Look at shapes of the hoary frost on the windows, for they are all different and hold their own beautiful respites.

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