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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544034" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Winter Pond</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sting-chill of winter matt –<br>Her frozen hand caressed us all; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And calming bleach of silence <br>Pressed upon the rustic scape <br>To leave an ashen underbelly –<br>Once raging summer chroma.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even Winter’s gelid lungs laboured <br>Under heavy drag of flakes – <br>Their pilgrimage: to stay a deadened floor <br>In crunch-white peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And round about, the weight of time <br>– Collapsing under Winter’s drag –<br>Transmutes to grey: it’s three o’clock –<br>No lights pricking black out here! –<br>Even the night globe, <br>The Great Reflector – stonewalled; <br>Camouflaged by lead-laden cloud <br>Lolling in the claustrophobic noon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At ground, a farm pond – <br>Seized in a dark hiatus –<br>Offered up repentance – <br>Why, it dared to harbour life! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I forgave it in my desperate gaze<br>Upon the crazy-paving surface, <br>That sealed in the black-chill temperature, <br>Where at bottom, something nithered <br>Still survived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>win ter winter <br>winter winter winter<br>winter winter winter winter winter</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+R+Slaughter">Mark R Slaughter</a><div class=q>
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Her frozen hand caressed us all; 

And calming bleach of silence 
Pressed upon the rustic scape 
To leave an ashen underbelly –
Once raging summer chroma.

Even Winter’s gelid lungs laboured 
Under heavy drag of ..."></div>
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