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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