Tuesday, January 24, 2012

This is...Winter


This is the hour
Of frozen duress
Waiting for summer
Like a boy for recess

This is the hour
Of frost-gilded limb
Where noon is the whisper
Of day growing dim

This is the hour
Of popcorn and such
Of fire-place gatherings
Instead of the porch

This is the hour
A gardener recollects
The glow of a flower
That spring resurrects

This is the hour
Of mug-warmed finger-tips
Of rosy-cheeked children
Kissed by winter’s lips

This is the hour
Where summer hearts wait
Until spring’s jeweled bower
Closes winter’s gate

Janet~

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful! I loved all the imagery you offered, so touching, warm and endearing!

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  2. I love this poem Janet ~ such a beautiful description of winter ~ and how our minds wander toward warmer months...

    "The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination." ~Terri Guillemets

    Have a great day!

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  3. Thank-you Ella and Megan,

    Megan, another heart-warming quote.
    Thank-you!

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