November's Quiet Grey

A poem of icing bonds and nature's turn

By Henrik HagelandPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Cold creeps in,

The first snow irritates,

The light fades

as candles burn

to ease the pain

of feigned kinship

and looming so-called

Holidays—

Of Thanksgiving

and the madness of gifts.

Kindness dwindles

as snow thickens

on the unsuspecting earth,

which hibernates and regenerates,

while humanity degenerates.

A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.

A good story told or invented. Human all the way through.

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