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.
© Marcia Miller-Twiford
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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