Winter Poem

Light At The End Of The Tunnel

This poem is about the bleakness of winter. The coldest and darkest time of year. I dislike the short days and cold nights and long for spring.
Maybe my poem could be viewed as a metaphor about life itself. That through our struggle and perseverance in hard times, a glimmer of light appears.

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Winter's Wane

Published by Family Friend Poems November 24, 2025 with permission of the Author.

The woods are shook this time of year
Quiet too as you can hear
And covered in a carpet white
All living things seem out of sight
The little brook that babbled cheer
Has slowed to but a weeping tear
Beset upon and choked in ice
Is stilled beneath a winter vise

Yet little signs of life appear
To signal winter's end is near
As crocus peep their little heads
Out from their whited forest beds
In colors pink and colors blue
They signal spring is coming due
Too soon be spread out far and wide
By dint of winter's waning tide

ABOUT THE POET:

Originally from Ireland, I left home at 17 and moved to London. I came to New York in the late 80's and have lived here since. I enjoy fly fishing and the outdoors. Occasionally, I travel back to visit.
I am not a writer or a poet. But I enjoy jotting down pretty words that catch my attention and putting them in a sentence, with a...

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