Poetic winter (Poem)
Poetic winter (Poem) I find myself in a poetic winter words come slowly than before I have listened to the waves of ocean I have walked with the trees I have climbed the mountains alone for the words which did not exits before. The sunrise and the sunset the red and yellow leaves of fall the rolling tumbleweed and the frisky squirrels the summer winds and cold winters have clenched the soul. Now, I have come down from the hill where the depth of emotions filled but as long as I can listen to the sound birds feel winds of the yellow leaves can hear the unspoken words can see the shadows of moon feel the warmth of the flickr of light I will be a poet in heart even if the words come no more! Feb 28, 2018