Evergreen.

By TheProphetUntold

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Bruma.

Come, steal me the sun
and bury away it's glow
in smoke, ash and coal.

Cover me in cold.
Ice and frost, silver and snow.
Harden mind and soul.

Like Pines.

The pillars that held my dreams,
so before, and ever shall be.

Tall.

Stark.

Bleak.

Evergreen.

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Published on Monday, January 11, 2021. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Bit late for the solstice, but...meh

Comments on "Evergreen."

On Sunday, March 4, 2018, Anna McCarra (357) wrote:

More than a welcoming of the solstice, this seems to be a magical invocation - asking for it to embrace you. Beautiful.
On Tuesday, February 27, 2018, Purposelessness (143) wrote:

I love simple poems like this. Ones that end up not being simple at all. I like the way youâ€™ve put it together with haiku too, nice touch. Very inspiring piece for me, thank you.
On Sunday, February 4, 2018, carlosjackal (2788) wrote:

Such a hopeful piece, to me, that gives me inner peace and a warm glow against hard winter times. Brilliant.
On Wednesday, January 31, 2018, midnights voice (957) wrote:

Yes it may be a tad late but it sure feels like it outside .
On Tuesday, January 30, 2018, hazydaisy (128) wrote:

"Come, steal me the sun, and bury away its glow" I love the way this sets the rest of the poem up. Wonderful imagery throughout.