shadows dark as night
the brook thick with cold
winter taking hold
In These Shorter Days
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
shadows dark as night
the brook thick with cold
winter taking hold
“The brook thick with cold”- that image chilled me!
🙂
Your words paint winter like a silent, breathing presence—haunting yet beautiful.
I could feel the frost in the brook, the hush of a world slowly falling asleep.
The darkness didn’t just describe night, it became it.
Such few lines, yet they linger like cold air against the skin.
Absolutely mesmerizing—winter has never felt more alive.
Thank so very, very much harythegr8!!
Mucho thanks-o-matic
You described exactly my feeling in these days. Thank you
🙂❤️