My Winter

These white streaks

of first snow

warn of my

winter years

 

 

Who knows

if there will be a New Year

 

Surely

        silently

                 slowly

 

drifting into

my ice age

 

Forever frozen

to my final fate

forlorn

Reviews

[Emily Burns]

it glitters and sparkles like those icicles that hang from the eaves or the snow drifts that haven't been walked through yet . . .

[jinjahman]

it's a big wheel and it just might catch us all on the upstroke as the bells boing for another year, another chance.
with age comes warming wisdom

[Gracie Lou]

hmm sounds like a winter drive ;)

:)

I do really love how you use alliteration, it' so much fun to read.
Drifting into my ice age now there's a solitude that may not be so bad. We should ask walt disney how he fancies it so far...

Nice write!

[Marie Harrison]

Breathtaking imagery!

[. serah .]

. huh? ... i'm sorry but this is just a poem ... a brilliant image ... a brilliant array of words ... spectacular alliteration ... breathtaking and bewitching ... but we're not letting you go anywhere ... no way ... your application for "drifting into your ice age" is not approved ... :) ...

[Helena]

Brilliant poem WM!!

Loved every last stanza of this. Write on poet!