Its been a while since l posted here mainly due to hospital and operations but l am getting there slowly! If any of my old friends still post here say hello. Leave a message and l will say hello!
To anyone who doesn't know me hello and enjoy the poem.
No bird sings in this infinite play, just silent cold shades of grey,
As the countryside lies quiet, where the snows of January are found.
Crisp foundation gives way to each foot and compounds,
Leaving a trail behind, a memorial of the moment that will stay,
Silent flakes are falling, covering the granite cold ground.
Yet more snow falls, crystal structure that bears no sound,
Striking and delicate as gossamer, yet the sun will fade them away,
As the countryside lies quiet, where the snows of January are found.
Savage harsh frost that drains the soul, yet no greater jewel will be found,
Its solid covering, will still give light while nature nurtures her way,
Silent flakes are falling, covering the granite cold ground.
And that silence fills the air, a majestic still cold resound,
Occasional birdsong rings out the tune, that coldness stays till May,
As the countryside lies quiet, where the snows of January are found.
So onward goes the winter season, dark days wear a long born frown,
The coldest month of the season, so long before her shroud drags away,
Silent flakes are falling, covering the granite cold ground,
As the countryside lies quiet, where the snows of January are found.
Colin Skilton
Poetry by Colin Skilton
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Written on 2010-02-23 at 23:00
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To anyone who doesn't know me hello and enjoy the poem.
The snows of January
Silent flakes are falling, covering the granite cold ground,No bird sings in this infinite play, just silent cold shades of grey,
As the countryside lies quiet, where the snows of January are found.
Crisp foundation gives way to each foot and compounds,
Leaving a trail behind, a memorial of the moment that will stay,
Silent flakes are falling, covering the granite cold ground.
Yet more snow falls, crystal structure that bears no sound,
Striking and delicate as gossamer, yet the sun will fade them away,
As the countryside lies quiet, where the snows of January are found.
Savage harsh frost that drains the soul, yet no greater jewel will be found,
Its solid covering, will still give light while nature nurtures her way,
Silent flakes are falling, covering the granite cold ground.
And that silence fills the air, a majestic still cold resound,
Occasional birdsong rings out the tune, that coldness stays till May,
As the countryside lies quiet, where the snows of January are found.
So onward goes the winter season, dark days wear a long born frown,
The coldest month of the season, so long before her shroud drags away,
Silent flakes are falling, covering the granite cold ground,
As the countryside lies quiet, where the snows of January are found.
Colin Skilton
Poetry by Colin Skilton
Read 680 times
Written on 2010-02-23 at 23:00
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