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WINTERS GRIP
by Paul Curtis The snow has settled on us Like a shroud. Each day growing deeper Silence fills the emptiness of the landscape But for the ghostly sound of the wind High in the tree tops The meadows and fields have vanished The river flows mute beneath the ice The next valley is unreachable The mountains as unattainable as the Moon But soon spring will release the land From its icy captor And the winter we be no more Than remembered conversations Beside the roaring hearth I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |