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Did you know that I used to write poetry? True story. I have since left that form of writing behind, I’ve amassed a small collection of my own over my first two books, “By The Ounce And Other Tales” and “Mass Transit.” Today, I want to share with you a poem that seems fitting for this time of the year (In the Northern Hemisphere anyway). Called “Winter Moon”, it originally appeared in the “Mass Transit” collected. With the poem, I wanted to capture the feeling of being in the dead of winter in a big city. Well read on, and if you like it, don’t forget to:
And without further ado….
Winter Moon
The howling wind transcends the city grind
And flurries of snow begin to stick to the streets
During these months, the moon rules the land
The city never sleeps however.
Neon signs are now pedestrian lighthouses
Guiding the shivering men and women home
Who braved the elements during the night
There was a time not too long ago
When crowding around the city shops for warmth was a tradition
An urban country club
But to return to a home fitted with modern conveniences
The need isn’t there anymore
Other people aren’t needed anymore
For those that do not have a home
The secretly count the months and days
For the return of the springtime sun.
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Flobo Boyce 