a winter night

AND WE APPLAUD!

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I sit staring vacantly into the fireplace, as my heart chases dreams that my mind is set to conquer. Flames leap into the air casting long forlorn shadows that seem to stretch forever into the walls. Crackling logs spurt sparks in the air, making little bursting sounds. Outside, the night is quietly chill, as the snow falls steadily, almost noiselessly, like soft white feet sinking into the ground.

sparkling icicles
brighten the darkening night–
white landscape dazzles

It is as if time has come to a standstill. I forget that the noise I hear is the tick tock of the Big Ben. I have not drawn the blinds yet and venture towards the window. I can see nothing through the frosted window pane.

snowflakes fall gently
wrapping the night in silver–
nature hibernates

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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