erudite in malice.
sardonic in verse.
pitiless in wrath.
resolute in rage.
Yet in solemn winter, beauty must end
And the singing of birds sure fades away
No longer in thick leaves to sit and lend
A joyous tune to the children who play.
So all the color from the world does fade
So swiftly the land becomes just one hue
Thus under the snow sweet flora is laid
The color and splendor taken from view.
Grasped so swiftly, and shaken to death
All that is lovely and warm on this earth
By the abject rue of cold winter’s breath
Still truly I say there still is much mirth:
For in my heart true, I sing soft and coo,
Thankful refrains of this joy that is you.
I scorn the scowls
of winter’s reaper
steel slicing scythe
his corded calamity!
Who grabs the life
from my chest
a killing clutch
his murderous glee!
Cold stagnant breath
rots my cheek
putrid frigid blight
his icy stagnancy!
Loud howling voice
a solemn knell
the endless tolling
his ringing revelry!
Oh scavenger of
dark March day
die a death
so set me free!
from naked trees
lets April play
birds jubilant song
Thought I’d start a new section of my blog using my newfound passion for photography. I see poetry all around me, I’d like to share my views of the world using just my Samsung phone for now–horrendous camera fyi. Then I’m using a basic photo editor to manipulate them into mypoeticlife!