Old December

dangers of winter

Running to the forest,

She watches them

With those eyes of gold.

Gold December,

The cold December frost

That slows their pace.

 

Hiding in the forest,

She waits for them

With those hands of old.

Old December,

The cold December traps

That lace their fates.

 

Oh, you December youths

You underestimate

The power of winter.

She waits for you

And watches you

And tricks you with her gate.

 

If you believe

in second chances,

Turn away.

Cold December knows no pity

In her heart of ice

The clock chimes twice.

 

The sun has lowered

in her golden rays

Of cold December sunsets

That deceive the mind

And trick the cold away.

 

Silence your heartbeat, young ones

Who run to the forest.

She waits and watches hungrily

To freeze you with her hands.

They know no tolerance of warmth.

 

Cold December is the winter winds.

Turn your faces to the ground.

The snow that falls

Will turn you round

Till you are lost.

 

Oh December youths,

I know that you can’t help but trust

The winter months

But know your mistake.

The gates will close

And until the thaw, we’ll have to wait.

 

 

Author's Note

2nd posting, hurray for restoration!

Reviews

[Lex]

Interesting lanuage and style. I liked your message on this one too.

Good write.

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, yes, the sun shining on freshly fallen snow looks so lovely, but the snow can be a dangerous trap for the unsuspecting. What a wonderful poem you have written here. It tells a powerful story. Lydia

[Murphy]

I think you've done a fantastic job translating what you saw; there is a certain depth here (haha.. no pun intended). I enjoy many winter activities and can relate to the deception of cold December sunsets. Your imagery is captivating and gives the reader a clear sense of why they ran to the forest on this fine winter morning. I do like Debby's suggestion to add a mother into the mix somewhere... maybe in part 2... or if this ever develops into a story. I think some type of spirit connection with 'back home' would make it a very interesting tale. Great poem... i think it would also make an excellent story.

[Debra Stevens Edwards (..]

This is a sad piece but very well written and thought out. This is a good write but I always look for positives in a story so in that I was a litle disappointed I would add a mother whos spirit so loved the child that her spirit would soar to them each night and keep them warm with her love. LOL but Thats just me.
Debby

[Owlecks]

wow, this is really good.

Why can't I write anything like this?? :

[Nicole Renee]

For some reason, it reminded me of a girl who's trying to find her way back and is running away from something...I'm not sure why. O.o" But I can think about the other image you mention about as well. Good job and nice imagery.

[Andromeda]

this is great! youre poems have come a long way since I started reading them. they were really good and now they're incrdible! incredibly incredible.

[Bailey]

It kinda makes me think of the same thing!! This is a good work; it reminds the reader of the danger of winter, which we so often ignore once we see the beauty. Winter can be a harsh, unforgiving time; that's why the best part of winter is staying inside, being warm and cozy with the ones you love. :)