poetry critical

online poetry workshop

Frost Bites

January’s scourge submerges all in darkness.
A pall presses neglected fields,
sealed beneath drifting snow.
A single voice pursues its own echo,
while brightening skies are mere illusions,
reflecting tricks of light that never show.
Ground and air collude in conspiracies of cold.
A clutch of snowdrops
intrudes upon this desolate scene,
bringing hope of renewal to those who dream.

23 Jan 18

(define the words in this poem)
(947 more poems by this author)

Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha