Victims Of The Cold Poem by Smoky Hoss
Victims Of The Cold
leaves fall
like tears of sorrow
the last one
goes tomorrow
the wind and trees
had their little dance
made their love
took their chance
when autumn colors come
burning
there'll be no
returning
rake
the leaves
dead
beneath the trees
summer's over
and done
...goodbye my old friend
the sun
frost
and cold
a story
of old
winters victims all
are we
say the signs given
in the trees
Wonderful observation, extremely poetically expressed. It is a joy to read this poem. Excellent work
Great poem Smokey lovely way of describing the changing seasons i give it a ten
Another of natures ways of letting us know the cycles of life and the seasons. Excellent poem, Smoky, thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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signs given in the trees, good write, thanks.