Winter is coming


Sun sets, before the day has ended
Time sighs and then resigns
Itself to march on and ignore
Pleading eyes and shivering skin
Frozen palms beg for respite
Buried in dull grey overcoats
Sunburnt leaves breathe their last
Writhing around on merciless stone
Even the clouds have finally lost it
Tired of smiling for photographs
Sky chokes, smothered it seems
Unless this is all just for laughs
Chapped lips lament to each other
As icy drafts hiss into my ears
“Our turn now, winter is coming”

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About CoherentBabbles (Dee)

I live life on my own terms, from eating chocolate icecream on a rainy evening to hopping into puddles to scribbling anything that impacts me to humming a tune lying on the couch. Yada yada. This is my scribble page - Life, as I see it.

Posted on September 19, 2016, in free-verse, freeverse, Nature, observation, poem, poems, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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