Poems of a Young Man: “WINTER MOOD”


Late November:


crunchy dry leaves

blow in the chilly

gusty wind.


late night marathons of



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.





About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
This entry was posted in Poems of a Young Man and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Love to hear your (constructive) thoughts!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s