Winter Home

By Steve Gillman
 

I sit in the leaves by the stream
Dark water enters the pond
I hear the wind in leafless trees
Notice the geese are all gone
The sky is a cold, gray blanket
It carries he promise of snow
The world is going to sleep again,
So why do I feel at home?
 

Note that many poems, like this one, rely heavily on the use of metaphor (the world is going to sleep again). For more on the use of metaphor in poetry, visit the page Metaphors In Poems on the site www.Metaphorology.com.

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