Winter Night by the Fire
A poem about beauty and love
The great outdoors sleeps in stillness
Under a thick blanket of white
Trees standing bare and lifeless
Dance with the breeze of winter night
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As a silent flowing river
Pale and cold, yet magnificent
Moonlight leaves a trail of silver
Leading lost souls to their ascent
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Though not lost, mine is enraptured
Before the translucent canvas
A window through which wild nature
Is seen beautiful and timeless
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The great indoors, warm and homely
Is a hideaway for lovers
Its fragrance, sweet and lovely
Stirs memories of past winters
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As a bright crackling dancer
Fire flickers its orange light
Painting shades of a new chapter
A tale of true love at twilight
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Though we stand tall and motionless
Our dim shadows dance with delight
The waltz only our walls witness
Speaks of an earthly paradise
About the Creator
Philippe J. Bedard
Songwriter and scholar at heart, hoping to grow in fiction and poetry.
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Oh man, now I want to go camping!