Reluctant, defeated, autumn succumbs
To winter’s purposed and powerful grip
Stealthily sleek, silver silencing numbs
The ends of our noses and fingertips
Harshly the wind rakes its talons of steel
Over the cusp of the leafy-fringed ponds
Somewhere up yonder it touches a wheel
Showering the earth with quadrillion diamonds
Winter ah, winter, the predisposed foe
Open your pockets and bring on the snow
Pull out your mittens and dust off your sled
Bundle your babies in jackets of fleece
Starry-eyed children with cheeks painted red
Shrieking and rolling in winter’s release
Frosty the snowman returns to his post
Corn pipe and blue scarf to ward off the chill
Miniature angels in unnumbered hosts
Cover the rooftop and valley and hill
Tumbling and twirling and spiraling down
Winter returns in her star-studded gown
Spring, summer, autumn, green, azure and gold
Planting and pruning and gathering harvest
Winter is pure white, and brings with the cold
A season of quieting and of rest
Gather your loved ones around the warm hearth
Warmer is love when the fretting winds blow
Winter is keeping the seed in the earth
Warming its bed with a blanket of snow
Its days are as numbered as all other things
Winter; the glorious harbinger of spring
Janet Martin
oops, it began snowing as I wrote this. I hope I didn't jinx the weather.
Victoria just got home and she is so excited because it snowed for a little bit...
I wrote this for her:)
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/11/thursday-think-tank-74-winter.html
I read this in a nice warm house with the sun shining down and temperatures in the 50s. Winter may be the harbinger of spring, but your last line isn't enough to stop my shivering.
ReplyDeleteThis a a wonderful description of winter. Here we had our first snow, about 5" yesterday, and your lines are resonating with me.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is snowing in earnest right now. The fire is roaring and I'm pretending to be excited for my 10 year old daughter's sake:((): I said a few weeks ago, Mike that my perpetual shiver has begun...it ens in approx. April, sigh.
ReplyDeleteEmily is 19 and driving to school early every morning and suddenly she hates winter too. Sometimes I think its not so much the season here, as the driving we hate...
Lovely images of winter and form too~
ReplyDeleteYhese lines resonate with me:
Warmer is love when the fretting winds blow
Winter is keeping the seed in the earth
Warming its bed with a blanket of snow
Its days are as numbered as all other things
Winter; the glorious harbinger of spring
Thank-you Heaven.
ReplyDeletevibrant winter words,
ReplyDeleteyou always impress us.
best.
Thank-you so much.
ReplyDeletelovely imagery and flow
ReplyDeleteWinter is keeping the seed in the earth
ReplyDeleteWarming its bed with a blanket of snow
Its days are as numbered as all other things
This spoke volumes to me.
Dave, thank-you for 'seeing' beneath the blanket of words...
ReplyDeleteThank-you Blossom, for your visit and your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteJanet I love your view, just wonderful~! I loved so many lines, but these ones stuck with me:
ReplyDelete"Stealthily sleek, silver silencing numbs
The ends of our noses and fingertips
Harshly the wind rakes its talons of steel
Over the cusp of the leafy-fringed ponds"
so visually stunning~ Well Done!
Wow! Beautiful imagery, you create such beauty with your words, it is a pleasure to spend time with them. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteJohn, thank-you so much for you visit and your kind thoughts.
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