knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

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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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