Poetry

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The cold winds of winter play tunes with the trees
Though now they sound different when striped of their leaves.
Our warm days have gone and for spring we must wait,
And all who are in love pray it won't be too late.

The snow is piled high all over town,
As small birds huddle in the bushes they’ve found.
Everywhere are snowmen standing as guards,
While children throw snowballs from forts in their yards.

Winter’s cold days are dreary and often cruel,
But their hardships are used by God as a tool.
His reasons for seasons fit his grand plan,
To strengthen the souls of both woman and man.


WINTER'S SNOW


As over the heads of all I meet,
Falls winter's life giving snow.
Upon the rooftops and the streets,
Filling the sky and earth below.

Dancing, swirling, skimming along,
Like the snows of yesteryears.
There's lots of ice on the windows,
While my lashes freeze over with tears.

It's so cold; it's too cold to snow,
Yet the snow continues to fall.
The land is covered blanket white
As the winter winds wail their call.


Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America

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