Author: Lëaf Ednïwinga

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Белая Ночь (White Night)

Poem   White night, wan night, Winter gloaming has come, A single song on the crusty snow Dies from the beak of a bird Who has sung too late; He’s the last one and...

new year poem 1

The Old Year

Poem   2015 is wearing thin: Like a rag scraping Across the kitchen floor One last row of stitching left Grey with grime and grease. The old year’s like a horrible old woman creeping...

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Karaganda Christmas Rhyme

Short Poem   Sporadic firecrackers (An explosive bundle of fun) Go POP! In the snow Foretelling all the festivities to come So buy a fur hat and snow-proof your gown It’s Christmas day in...

Christmas Poem 1

A Karaganda Christmas Dream

Poem   The snow, mixed with mud– Like grey diamonds Glitters underfoot. Presents wrapped in newspaper (No ribbons for us) We have wine and candy Listening to the old familiar songs. I can feel...

christmas poem 1

A Christmas Walk

Poem   The blooms have blown; Fall birds have flown, Something secret in the days has changed from warm to cold And the young woman in me feels it too, Chill air makes her...

break up poems 1

A Hundred Hours of Crystals

Poem   Day and night the snow keeps falling, A hundred hours of crystals Piled head-high on the ground. On the slick and slippery roads It goes whispering and slithering, Flowing like a dusty...

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First Snow

Poem   Swollen, the dark sky opens at last; From the cloud pours swirling white. Flakes come drifting down like fairy feathers From the afternoon sky. Softly at first, then heavier and heavier, ‘Til...

Song of Winter 1

Song of Winter

Poem   The crispy yellow leaves blow over the stones Like the last fragments of summer, Whispering of all the golden memories they saw. Everyone walks a little bit faster. A bitterness is in...

rain poetry 1

The Rain Song

Poem   Rain, rain go away Come again another day Cold drops drench my head and Puddles soak my feet Rain, rain, go away, Wash some other street. Tiny rivers run down the road...

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Last Pieces of Summer

Short Poem   What are you doing!? Stop using your broom To brush the crunch away from my morning walk, To wipe away that crispy carpet. Don’t sweep up the last yellow pieces of...