Thursday, 10 April 2008

Christmas days in Winter ways

Christmas days of Winter ways,
That lead to
Green Daffodil buds
wrapped in elastic bands.

Tubs fulls of posies,
purple and red,
hanging from windows
that soon shrivel
and fade in the sun.

Yellowing grass, watering fun,
Beach holidays of pink skin
and fish smelling lotion.
Harvest time comes,
evenings pull in,
red skies a welcoming sight.

Cold nights of frost,
Days of viewed breath,
Garlands on view,
as expenses to plan
of Christmas days
in Winter Ways.

1 comment:

Just Curious... said...

Ok, this poem is really good.

You get a real feel for the atmosphere. It made me think of snuggling in a big jumper by a roaring fire staring out the window on a gloriously bleak winters day.

Not much of an analysis but thats what I've got.