Winter Reflections

This is a poem about winter as seen through my eyes and the eyes of another

Winter Reflections

The sun, he rises very low,
just peeking over the horizon.
His bright, warm looking rays,
how they color, shine and delight.
But deep down I know,
that soft sweet glow,
is just a mere tease,
as he sparkles the cold, yet glittering snow.

I bundle up to go outside.
and as I open the door,
I am greeted with the stinging north wind,
trying so deligently to caress my face.
all it does is burn my eyes with cold tears,
with his relentless cold arms,
that wrap me in a shivering embrace.

The wind cuts through me,
peircing my very soul.
I walk around the corner to avoid the icy assault,
and look to the sky, and wonder, why.
Why this frozen stillness of time,
this dark cold space.
Why do I go on enduring this land of extremes,
This cursed frozen place.

I see nothing but a cold white blanket,
as the very trees and all the earth around me sleeps.
No sounds, just an eerie quiet,
as unnerving as a dark void in time.
Nothing to do but shiver and hope.
Somehow, something in me has to try and cope.

As I walk along the side of the house,
the wind grows silent.
I no longer hear its wintery growl,
suddenly, through the sleeping trees,
it no longer screams and howls.
No longer does it blow snow to sting my face,
and I begin to wonder...
Is it possible for winter to have a peaceful grace?

I open my heart to old man winter,
and I invite him in.
the cold shivers chill my heart,
my eyes open to a cold blue chill.
Then inside I begin to feel a burning,
deep within my core,
and his icy fingers feel burning hot,
around my chilled soul.
It wrapped around my body,
like a warm blanket,
and soon his hands opened my eyes,
to a new world that gleemed outside,
in a beautiful wintry sheen.

The sun moves higher,
his rays begin to sparkle the snow,
like glittering diamonds,
in his soft, gentle glow.
The thick frost in the trees,
begin to shine,
like delicate sculptures,
of crystal made leaves.

The lake is but a 10 minute walk away,
and yet, I could hear it's mournful sounds.
like the sound of a ghost who lost a love.
then it soon made more haunting sounds,
to gently echo all around.
its sound caresses throughout the land,
and then old man winter gives me his hand.

I follow to walk by his frosty side,
as he softly tugs me along.
by the school we walk,
to watch the children through the gate.
what fun they had in the snow.
I watched as they threw snowballs,
made forts and snowmen,
and made snowangels,
then to carefully stand up,
to turn and look at the wondrous design,
before the soft wind comes to fade it away.

He guided my eyes,
to see the wintry skies,
Up above the clouds slowly drifted by,
I could see them through his winter eyes,
the soft glow of colors that penetrated the upper level mists,
to blossom into a mystical menegerie,
of a rainbow with sparkles of irridescent light.

we spent the next hour walking the town,
and the sweet wonders of the people I would meet.
As I saw them smile,
and say a welcoming hello.
The cold winter did not take away,
their warm feelings,
in fact they seemed to be quite happy,
and how glad I felt.
Then I heard a soft sound of running water,
as my icy heart began to melt.

Then he guided me home,
and as I walked inside,
he gave me his icy kiss,
on the side of my face,
and then I realized his gentle frozen grace.

Then I warmed myself,
by the oven so warm,
as I began a warm supper,
to enjoy with my family by my side.


afterwards, to retire to the fireplace,
and listen to the fire,
as it crackled away,
to bring a warmth and peace,
to my cluttered mind.
The colors danced,
as I enjoyed the warm gentle flames,
for this sweet moment,
there is no name.

I turned to look out the big window nearby,
and the frost began to slowly creep along the pane.
I swear I saw icy fingers,
gently caressing,
as they created perfect designs.
I knew it was old man winter,
beckoning me to see,
that his heart is not so cold,
just because his hands seem to be.

Then the fire dies down to a few glowing coals,
which I stir and put out,
so I could retire for the night.
The warm covers of my bed call to me,
for another winter's night slumber,
I now long to enjoy.
The soft warm bed,
with warm blankets to wrap me up tight,
and to gaze out the window,
to watch the soft moonlight,
as it comes to fill my window,
with his wintry delight.

Reviews

[Jason]

Nice, too lengthy for my 'particular' and 'obscure' taste, but very vivid and romantic.

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

"...what beautiful words twisted and shrewed upon thy tongue that they leave whispers of songs upon the soul..." wow this piece of work is by far the most gorgeous and the most profound that it leaves you heart racing and your mind wondering the snow hewn streets and frost covered faces as the pass seeking the regal warmth of home. but in all this the warmth of the hand of winter keeps us warm with thoughts of the coming spring and the love we share with our famiolies on the winter solstice. well written!

blessed tidings

windstorm the druid

[strange_gurl]

very very nice poem...