Monday, November 10, 2008

Long Nights

November lingers listlessly
like frost upon the grass
a never ending mass
regret that will not pass—

December holds no mystery
just frigid, barren days
devoid of healing rays
till solstice sun allays.

5 comments:

Shirley said...

Well said, my friend. It's like waiting in line to be tortured!

Art and Poetry said...

The rhymes are nice! its just so depressing.I feel that a depressing poem creates a depressing world.

rch said...

hey shirl, just like life ;)

yo a&p read beyond the rhymes

Shirley said...

Yup...difference is that we can choose to move out of line in life while the wrath of Mother Nature gives us no such option. I think we should go and spend the winter with Oz! I'm tired of these cold, snowy winters! They're enough to depress anyone.

rch said...

lol