Cold Day In Hell (poem) by Mark Sebring on AuthorsDen

Cold Day In Hell
by Mark Sebring → (All Poetry by Mark Sebring)
Tuesday, October 9, 2018 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Cold Day In Hell Spring has come, the birds return from their winter homes. The birds and bees sing in the trees and poets write their poems. Love's in bloom in secret rooms and beauty fills the land. Hearts on fire, filled with desire, but death is close at hand. Death is close at hand. And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell. Summer's come, the birds in flight, days filled with blue skies. And summer nights are summer days dressed in a dark disguise. On their knees beneath the trees the lovers holding hands. Hearts on fire, filled with desire, but death is close at hand. Death is close at hand. And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell. Autumn's come, the birds move on, leaves are on the ground. A secret hand moves through the land but doesn't make a sound. Lovers grieve among the leaves and dream of what they'd planned. Hearts on fire, filled with desire, but death is close at hand. Death is close at hand. And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell. Winter's come, the birds are gone, the world white with snow. The cold can kill when the wind-chill is twenty-five below. Love gets old and grows so cold it makes too few demands. Hearts on fire, filled with desire, but death is close at hand. Death is close at hand. 🦋 Follow the bleedin butteflois. And it'll be a . Cold day in Hell! . And it'll be a . Cold day in Hell! . And it'll be a Cold day in Hell! And it'll be a Cold day in Hell. Spring has come, the birds return from their winter homes. The birds and bees sing in the trees and poets write their poems. Love's in bloom in secret rooms and beauty fills the land. Hearts on fire, filled with desire, but death is close at hand. Death is close at hand. Death is always close at hand. Mark Sebring (2006)

Reviewed by Mark Sebring

Reviewed on February 5, 2021

The river runs. The round world spins.
Dawn and lamplight, midnight, noon.
Sun follows day � night, stars, and moon.
The day ends. The end begins. 🦋
Rumer Godden (The River)

We all sweat beneath the same sun.
Look up in wonder at the same moon.
And weep when it is all done.
For bein' done too soon. 💀
Neil Diamond (Done Too Soon, paraphrased)