Winter Morning (A Minute Poem)

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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

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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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