This winter day darkened trees
Creak in the wind
And birds coax some memory
While summer gone
Can not penetrate the cold
And eyes that stream
For those we love
Let your deeds warm the hearts
Of those you reach
May your hopes arrive in season
As I rub my sleeve
Across the window
What is this all?
But the driving out of sorrow
For the finding of some peace
Tom Squires 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem