Today, on my birthday
I passed by a fallen tree
Being cleared away.
On my first birthday
The snow came.
I wonder, will it fall again
On the day
That I go away
Birthday Snow
13 Replies
Tag Archives: winter poem
January
I am cold
And regret the rain.
I am told
Sun will come again.
For now, happy new year!
For January drear is here!
Happy new year!
A January Breeze
A January breeze
Whispers through trees
And winter grasses
And, as it passes
It speaks to me
Of my mortality.
Doors Bang on Winter Nights
Doors bang
On winter nights.
Something clangs.
The brightest light
Must fade and die.
And tonight I
Hear the wild wind’s
Great impersonal roar.
And when the doors
Bang and slam
I know I am
Just windblown dust.
December Poetry
In honour of December, I am posting a poem from my collection More Poetic Meanderings, entitled In Early December:
“In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade
And the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves”.
More Poetic Meanderings is available in Kindle and paperback from Amazon and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/More-Poetic-Meanderings-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B0BZT9G139/
You can access a recording of me reading More Poetic Meanderings on Soundcloud here, https://soundcloud.com/kevin-stephen-morris/poet-kevin-morris-reading-from-his-collection-more-poetic-meanderings-part-1
Winter Churchyard
I heard no birds
In the winter churchyard.
It was just
The cold sky
The tombs
And I
On a darkening afternoon.
Autumn’s Dead Leaves
Autumn’s dead
Leaves rot
In winter’s earth.
Spring will bring
Earth’s rebirth.
Winter Bird
I heard a bird
Flap, in winter’s air.
He will fly,
I know not where.
While I
Shall go
In Winter’s snow.
Does he know
His journey’s end?
And what of thee
And me
My friend?
Will Spring Come Again?
The wood is dark.
The lark
Does not sing.
Will spring
Come once more
And restore
The sleeping rose?
Who knows
But one can grope
For hope
In the frozen ground
And pray for a change profound.
K Morris - Poet 