Winter, in her billowing gowns of icy white is knocking at autumn’s door. I feel the chill in the air and seek respite from the dormant season sprinkled with holidays to ease the penetrating reality of another end.
Festivities provide respite from the barren stark days and herald the coming of new beginnings and I ponder where spring will find me. Will it lay me down in fields of wonder in miles of daffodils and narcissus or will it toss me in March winds twirling and scattering me to and fro.
Oh winter, you bring with you cold and isolation, warmth by fires of love rain, snow, blustering winds, I find you a complex season, the beauty of diamonds tossed on snow competing with days of drab skies and already I yearn again for spring its beauty... and new beginnings.
"in her billowing gowns" is a wonderful image that sets the stage nicely for your thoughts in this delightful write. New beginnings indeed!
Blessings ...
Oh, I wish I'd written this: exquisitely imaged, one feels the changing (undressing?) of one season into another, and the hope for Spring's warmth and life in these lines: well done, Marcia!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on December 1, 2008
Ha! Another really neat one, Marcia :-)
I've often thought I should have a talk with the Big Weatherman upstairs and see if we might skip winter and summer and just have a continuous spring-fall, six months of each, rotating back and forth. A perpetual temp of 68 to 72 would work for me. But God is dramatic and probably would not like my suggestion ...
Perhaps winter also comes with that chilling goosebumps that need a warm hug to thaw the cold of isolation.
Metaphor and Images to make this poem not only about the change of seasons but also our mood...when we need someone to reassure us.
How beautifully you articulate in this wondrous piece...
Be always safe,
Karen
Reviewed by Michael Spencer (Reader)
Reviewed on November 30, 2008
I like the language in this piece, and I love poems that tackle the seasons. I love your imagery for winter in paritcular the line: "the beauty of diamonds tossed on snow"
Beautiful writing on the season and winter. I think you pointed out the reason we all wish for spring. Winter's beauty can't make up for the new life of spring. We're here for awhile though so we might as well curl up by that fire you talked about. Great and beauitful write Marcia. Love and hugs, Bonnie
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hugs,
Myrna
Blessings ...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I've often thought I should have a talk with the Big Weatherman upstairs and see if we might skip winter and summer and just have a continuous spring-fall, six months of each, rotating back and forth. A perpetual temp of 68 to 72 would work for me. But God is dramatic and probably would not like my suggestion ...
Ted
Metaphor and Images to make this poem not only about the change of seasons but also our mood...when we need someone to reassure us.
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
Fabulous imagery brings the reader into the 'feel' of this poem; and done exceptionally well!!
Hugs,
Lance