Fall Into Winter

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Nature

    Fall Into Winter

    Dry,
    dead,
    dull
    is the fall.
    Rye,
    red,
    ruddy
    is the fall.
    In it we lie
    and take to our bed
    in hope that our full
    season of sleep is all
    we need
    to wake up on the other side of winter.

    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    ivecute77 commented on Fall Into Winter

    12-08-2008

    not the greatest, sorry.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Weatherstone’s Poems (40)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    The Other Side of Night 0
    California Quail 0
    Tired So Tired 1
    Significance 1
    The Critic of a Perfectionist
    's Play
    1
    Help Me Define Reality 0
    At War 0
    Lost 1
    On The Edge of My Map 0
    The Devil In the Drink 0
    Road of the Broken 3
    Cry of the Curlew Bird 0
    Ode To Desert Flower 2
    Running the Risk 5
    Wrestlers 3
    For One Dim Light 3
    Breathing Atmosphere 2
    Spring 2
    Dew On Death's Door 5
    Hands of Time 2
    A Parent's Joy 1
    Fall Into Winter 1
    My Heart's Flow -5
    Sandy Seashore 1
    Razor Blade Tongues 2
    Mind's Eye 1
    Travel 4
    The Deepest Part of Me 1
    September Tears 3
    Descends the Darkness 1
    Warm Friend 1
    We Are Made 5
    Creator's Way 1
    Measure of Me 1
    Dance Lessons 7
    This Mountain 0
    Mountain Conqueror 1
    My Son 3
    That Young Soldier 2
    The Measure of Two Lives 1