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Poem: As Winter Falls

(Inspired by my research into some old Celtic poetry.  Not IK)

As Winter Falls


Keen is the wind today --
like a fine-edged blade,
it cuts through my cloak
with fingers of frost.

Bare is the hill today,
all the green growth browned,
all the leaves fallen,
blown away on the wind.

And where shall I shelter
when all the trees are bare,
and the waters have frozen
and what grass there is is stiff with ice.

I remember the glow
of the fire on the hearth,
while the cold wind howled outside
before the  world changed.

I hear your calling on the wind,
the voices I left behind,
resting in the cold, cold clay.
Will you come for me this day?


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kiramaru7
Aug. 21st, 2009 03:46 pm (UTC)
After reading this, I close my eyes & I'm transported away to stand in a field of heather at the feet of the gently rolling hills... *sighs*
selinamac
Aug. 22nd, 2009 01:42 pm (UTC)
Forgive my ignorance (you know I'm slow @_@), but is the author talking about death at the end?

Regardless, I really like this. And it made me want to warm up with a little more coffee, LOL.
knittingknots
Aug. 22nd, 2009 03:01 pm (UTC)
Yes he is...you got it.
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