My Heart Belongs To Old Man Winter

The cold winter paralyzed life in Smithville.

The heavy snow sealed the ground with a crystal wrap as if it were ready to stay in the frozen garden for a hundred years.


A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek: 
A secret message, just for me to share; 
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise: 
A flake of snow returned from me afar.

Mark R Slaughter 2010

The cold
earth slept below


The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
                
Beneath the sinking moon.
The wintry hedge was black;
The green grass was not seen;
The birds did rest
On the bare thorn’s breast,
Whose roots, beside the pathway track,
Had bound their folds o’er many a crack
Which the frost had made between.
Thine eyes glow’d in the glare
Of the moon’s dying light;
As a fen-fire’s beam,
On a sluggish stream
Gleams dimly—so the moon shone there,
And it yellow’d the strings of thy tangled hair,
That shook in the wind of night.




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My Heart Belongs To Old Man Winter

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