Old Hallway In Winter Darkness
A slight chill of cold darkness,
air hit me as I roamed outside,
I saw the red moon move a fence,
alike a farmer with a glowing nose,
I kept speaking and was sleepy
the hopeless empyrean was everywhere,
facing similar to town youth,
accompanying their silvery faces.
Dense snowflakes cover the soil
living hibernates, beginning to wait
breeze ice webs over the auld oaks
light glancing through the jug divider
The white being that triumphs over cold,
life-inspiring affection for the opaline color.
Cheering regardless of the snowstorm,
In calm surges of artistry,
the melancholy fear is calmed continuously,
as the sunlight thinking dismisses ignorance,
storms thunder inside the sheets,
all epoch and mystery, the encounters
blending quiet and blast,
rainy environments and the moonlight.
A riotous squirrel chastises me for crushing allure day.
while I trespass into appeal rule without regard,
the dust opposed the deep, foul perfume of decay,
I mindlessly wander through colorful folding.
Threaded accompanying auric, gold-colored, and azure.
God's beauty has vitality-restorative power.
Mother Nature protects the aforementioned advantage.
Written: December 23, 2022
WINTER STORM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
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