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!..
