Walking into winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m walking into winter

And it seems so familiar

Guess I’ve gotten used to the cold

Cold sheets

Cold shoulders

Cold words served on silver platters

Candles burned out

Their gray smoke drifting off

Aching to find a doorway

To spring or summer

Those warmer worlds

Where music plays double time

Yet I know winter so well

Like memorable coffee stains

On the inside of snowflake mugs

And I sit here on August cement

Feeling that coldness

Of winter calling

And I stand

To go.

 

Reviews

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Well, is this the winter of the aged or the winter of a failing love? Very descritive and expressive..Enjoyed this one very much..I like the line of sitting on the cold cement..Really had not thought of that one as a line for a work..May have to use it..I know the feeling of the cool or cold concrete or rock..Glad that I chose this one to read today..Thank God that it is not that cold here yet..It still is warming up in the afternoon..Sunflower

[Ferg]

nice images and comparisons.....
the tone of this is wistful and the forwardly reflective view is so familiar
nicely written!

[the_stoic]

a nice similarity has been brought out in your write between the coldness that exists in our lives and the one that is integral to the winter season .. i could visualize a man who is alone and all by himself .. and then he stands to go ! nice write

[Jenny Nelson]

An amazing piece. So sadly true, and the coldness is quite damaging. "As I stand to go." Exactly what needs to be done. Go find the warmth. It's out there, even if it does have to be searched for. Loved the symbolisms here. Really hit home and expressed the feeling of the piece so well.

[Amy Bumpas]

Reminds me of the way people are in this cold world.
Like everyone is frozen when it comes to feelings, emotions.
You gave the perfect impression of winter, the images embracing
the reader.
This is a great line:
Guess I’ve gotten used to the cold
Cold sheets
Cold shoulders
Cold words served on silver platters

[Constance-Outspoken]

I was there a short time ago... I may still have little icicles on my eyebrows. Ah, I felt this.

[deeps]

Cold sheets
Cold shoulders
Cold words served on silver platters

I love this part of this write.
This is amamzing, i enjoyed this write.