Winter Tales


The Lightening bug

Winters pushes the world into deep slumber. The cold, hard ground, and lifeless trees yearn for the sun. The nights are long, the numbness strong and I stare into starless sky, lost in melancholia and withered hope. The regrets are deep, the silent cries piercing the soulless night.

My glistening pearls embark light to this dark, dark night. I embrace the gloominess and choose my side!

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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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