The Deep Well of Winter

The Deep Well of Winter


An old grey blanket has been drawn over us on a darkened night

A cold chill emanates from a folorn and heavy laden landscape

Dullness as a weighty burden dwells with in us

A gloomy forecast is concealed in shorter days and longer nights

We shiver and shudder as we retreat into our nests of comfort

There is little light to cheer the frozen countenance of life

As we are abandoned even by the animals and their friendly face

May Spring soon appear as we know you are grudgingly near

Show your face in the first snow drop, the daffodil and the returning

grace of a renewed life in a better place

◄ Shrivelled

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Stephen Atkinson

Sun 16th Jan 2022 12:14

Gave me a good way! Beautifully written. 👍

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John Botterill

Sat 15th Jan 2022 23:18

I love the imagery and the patterns of language within this poem, Keith. One of your finest, in my humble opinion. 😀


Sat 15th Jan 2022 16:21

We Northerners can relate to it so well.....👍

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