Winter Morning (A Minute Poem)




In this foggy winter morning

Memories ring

Your words wake up

From dream’s own cup



This winter morning’s pale, frail, sun

Touches no one

This cold heart wants

A bit of warmth



This dawn recalls those crystal days

When all were gay

Happiness flowed

Even nights glowed



Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #24 hosted by Thotpurge


7 thoughts on “Winter Morning (A Minute Poem)

  1. There is an interesting progression in this — from the memories, to the cold heart seeking warms to maybe finding it a bit in the thoughts of happier days. Perhaps even in winter, nights can glow – just in different ways. And the warmth will not be so fleeting.

Thank You :)

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