poem-disembodied

poem-disembodied February 12, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:46 am
Tags: assonance, consonance, fog, frost, metaphor, poem, poetry, white-out, winter

Trees are ghost outlines,

frost coated.

Far off, along the lake, the train

hoots a melancholy call.

My feet crunch on a path

that was soft yesterday.

I cannot see the sun,

but it is there.

Perhaps things will be brighter

tomorrow?

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One Response to “poem-disembodied”

athousandbitsofpaper Says:
February 14, 2020 at 12:00 pm
It’s amazing to think the sun is always there – just beyond the clouds and weather patterns it shines. Parallel ideas – why I love metaphors and nature

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Shawn L. Bird

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