The Winter Rose

 

 

Attention is turning

 

a fire is burning

 

Circles on water

 

are no more

 

Love is seen to be the true core

 

In brilliant stillness a song is heard

 

sung by a timeless hidden bird

 

In the midst of winter

 

a summer

 

sings

 

 





Poetry by Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-10-27 at 11:06

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice Nils. It is so good to hear birds in winter. It makes life normal for a while.
2015-11-01


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Thanks Nils - your work got me to thinking. Resulted in a work by me.
Ken D :)
2015-10-27


countryfog
This ends beautifully Nils. Last week I brought in the last few roses, dried them and placed them in a vase that sits on my desk where they will be a small respite of color during winter's drabness.
2015-10-27