The North Is Winter Poem by Leslie Philibert
The North Is Winter
Ringing cold. Nameless stars.
A coastal trawler
With a ballast of dead souls
Shaken into the waves.
The night tugs at my sleeve
As a child would do.
Nameless cold. Ringing stars.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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4/19/2024 4:47:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a well penned short poem, Leslie, that speaks of wintertime through a terse but highly symbolic language.. Thanks for sharing