Midwinter

poem by: Geoffrey Heath Price
Written on Mar 11, 2020

Trees appear ghostly
Towering the walls
As darkness descends
And a heavy rain falls, 
From up in the rafters
A lone barn Owl calls
Then takes to flight,
In midwinter.
Clock hands are reaching
The hour of four
A fire long since dead
Ashes cold as the floor,
Time that has past
To return never more
And forever is lost
In midwinter.

Geoffrey Price.

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Mar 11, 2020 at 12:25pm
This poem is so full of atmosphere .....I can hear the call of the owl, and see those burnt out ashes in the fireplace.....brilliant!..

 

 

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