<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun with all its beauty and glory has gone.<br>Where has it gone? Nowhere. <br>But again I ask: Why do I not see it? <br>It has given way to Winter. <br>But why? <br>Is it because that everything in nature comes and goes<br>or is it because that it had no choice but to go and give way <br>to a sombre and disheartening state of affairs just for the sake of it? Hmm.....<br>I have often wondered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gloomy days and frosty nights are its constituent. <br>Water trickling down from overhead and onto the ground, <br>moistening the earth after the earth baking I found <br>Oh! a water dropp fell down the back of my neck<br>- how cold yet how soothing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All cuddled up in a big fur coat seeking to find some shelter<br>I was where from a front yard porch could look at the water<br>washing away all the ash of yesterday. <br>How pleasant it is to see such a sight<br>as a river of water making its way <br>down the gutter of man made carrying with it <br>all the dirt and scum that was and will be there another day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Having found my shelter and home I was dripping and shaking from a winter day looking out there and thinking I dare not be in it again. <br>It can be good and it can be bad, knowing this now after years gone by <br>when I was a child in dismay wondering why I felt so sad. A child in dismay. A child in dismay.......</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! another cold dropp fell down the back of my neck, <br>through a hole in the porch roof which awakened me from days gone by. <br>Oh how cruel winter is in a way stirring me to think of memories from pleasanter days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The days are short, the nights are long and both are cold. <br>I must adapt myself as others do to escape the danger <br>and cost of paying the bill when all is needed for winter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How I wish I was in summer dreaming about winter, <br>but then why should I when both are hard times.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Krokos">George Krokos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396681" data-title="Winter de George Krokos" data-description="The sun with all its beauty and glory has gone. Where has it gone? Nowhere. But again I ask: Why do I not see it? It has given way to Winter. But why? Is it because that everything in nature comes and goes or is it because that it had no choic..."></div> </div> </div>

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