Winters Shroud. Poem by Robert Green
Winters Shroud.
Winters mist rolled over the hill
Passing through the forested trees
Hauntingly, as a shroud
Moving slowly, no breeze
Winters creeping fingers
Cold and icy,
Like a flowing stream
Wraps around, cold and steely.
Natures drama unfolding
The mist still rolling
Looking to touch
To grip tightly, wisps spiralling.
Sounds very winttery Robert, but not this winter. Great poem, well penned.
Good to see your poems again Poet... say goodby the winter...you describe so well the season.....so melancholic...rich in details....Thanks Poet....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 11:46:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Icy, cold, the reader feels the chill. Very well written. Moments of winter very well captured in flowing verses.