Poems of a Young Man: “WINTER MOOD”

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Late November:

Outside

crunchy dry leaves

blow in the chilly

gusty wind.

Inside

late night marathons of

music

candlelight

and coffee.

Safe in my own family home

where I belong.

Full moon waning,

moonlight ebbing

in the open window.

Memories flowing,

dreams blossoming,

(in youth fleeing)

dry eyes tearing.

Family, sleeping in the house;

Lovers, sleeping in my mind.

 

A surprise touch

of icy fire fingers

douses the flickering flame

of winter.

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(1977)

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