Original Poem: “WInter Blues”

“Winter Blues”

I was thinking about what kind of winter we might have this winter when the line “Thoughts cannot but turn to mortality and death” popped into my head and grew into this poem.

                       WINTER BLUES
As the earth lays down for a long winter sleep
Beneath thick, heavy blankets of woolly snow
And all the days have grown gray and barren;
Thoughts cannot but turn to mortality and death
With a sense of hopelessness beginning to seep in
Around the edges of the weary heart;
As the dreary days and nights stretch on and on
With only a glimmer of hope of yet another spring
To sustain the soul through winter’s bleak despair.

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( “Winter Blues” © 2012 Poeticmeditations.  All rights reserved. )


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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