The Mixed Emotions of a Coming Winter
I am scared.
The gray of the sky overburdens me,
Swamping me in a soft blanket
of ennui,
but one in which
I can’t indulge.
I muster my strength to throw off its
weight
and push through,
giving birth to myself each morning
from another cocoon of dreams.
I am choiceless.
Now, the green grass still lies splayed
below me.
A maiden no longer,
She shows herself fully,
a last gasp before her faded beauty
dies for another season,
smothered by a soft, frozen fatal whisper.
I am coddled
by the lowing clouds
That catch me up in a drowning
Embrace of cool sadness,
Pushing on my eyelids
As the earth
Balks and wavers
And hunkers down to suffer through
Another winter.
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September 14, 2012 at 9:59 am
slpmartin
Brought back memories of long winters in the midwest when I lived there…hmm…I don’t think I’ll complain about the heat today. 🙂
September 14, 2012 at 10:23 am
Seasweetie
You know, slp, whenever I write about winter, the thought of you in SoCal crosses my mind.
September 20, 2012 at 5:40 am
Poetry & Icecream
The tone is foreboding and winter is unwelcomed. You’ve expressed that very well here. You’ve got some great lines, “in a drowning
embrace of cool sadness” and “smothered by a soft, frozen fatal whisper”. Very well written 🙂
September 20, 2012 at 7:34 am
Seasweetie
Thank you, norma! So glad you stopped by.
September 21, 2012 at 10:53 am
Anthony F. Rando
“a last gasp before her faded beauty dies for another season,” I love the flow of words you have chosen. Great job
September 21, 2012 at 12:37 pm
Seasweetie
Thank you, Anthony – so glad you stopped by!