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Winter's Sufferings
by Brian Francis
A row of pigeons seen through glass
upon a wire of ragged black.
A dreary day of clouds and wind,
of fallen leaves, and reddened cheeks.
Gray skies threaten their stolid mass.
The chill bites deep and seeks a draft.
Wool and wood will fight, protect
Keeping all cozy and warm.
Crystal windows distort the view.
A row of dots, just barely seen,
huddled closer against the wind,
as though, together, they will withstand.
The crack of mesquite within the stove,
the water steeping Earl Grey.
A bit of cream and sugar too,
a day, alone, to wile away.
09/22/2003 Posted on 09/22/2003
Copyright © 2025 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/14/03 at 01:17 PM As a life long resident of the "great white north" I think this piece aptly captures the tone and atmosphere of the season. Nice work Brian! |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 01/10/07 at 02:10 PM Although it's not as cold this season as it is supposed to be around here, your poem totally puts me in a wintery scene. The visuals are wonderful and fill me with such warmth, maybe it's the thought of the tea about to be ready, yumm. |
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