FROZEN TEARS

winter mood

FROZEN TEARS

 

Cool autumn breezes

shroud my shoulders

crisp cerulean brings forth

the last of muggy days

whilst flowers set about to wilt

 

Tree leaves burst

a montage of colors

flutter like birds who cavort

in the currents

one can reap a slight rush

when wind begs for attention

and rips the leaves with zeal

at once, trees denude

disclose their intention to hibernate

through winter’s chill

 

Their tears frozen

like mine

silence is absent

except for the intrepid beasts

who choose spy on us

Reviews

[Scott Kris]

Tears often thaw the spirit. Yet when the soul is beyond warmth, tears only decorate our pain with a glittering reminder of our humanity.

Beautiful depiction of how we often suffer. Yes, even suffering shows us the beauty of the human spirit.

Thank you for sharing.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Scott for a beautiful review!
Best, B

[William Michael Reeves]

I'm beginning to think of you as blue Betty. Blue seems to color a lot of your poetry. Reaping a rush begging for attention with zeal is some good stuff. I like that stanza. The beasts must be shocked by what they spy. Wouldn't be surprised if they cry!

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for an honest, great review!!! Well blue means many things to me, not necessarily dark, sad...hey my eye are blue-gray!!!!
BEST B

[Coyote Poetry]

Winter is in Michigan now too. I put food for the birds. No birds ate. They are down south. Maybe I should follow? I do understand these words dear Betty. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for a thoughtful review John!!!
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Betty.

[Fran Marie]

The cycle of life continues as we
enter winter upon us once more
with trees undressed as snow
blankets everything in pristine
whiteness ..we must endure each
season ..to everything turn. turn
there is a season..

a lovely write dear Betty

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for a poetic review Fran!
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Your description in this write is superb Betty. As to the seasons, winter is no friend of mine and I felt the cold in these lines. If I could hibernate in winter I would to then emerge in spring, the season of rebirth. Hope all is good with you.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Chris for a delightful review!!!
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

All good wishes Betty.

[Gee]

Love well written seasonal poems and this is certainly one of those. Beautifully descriptive with a longing for the warmer days of Spring to finish with?
Hope you are well Betty

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Gee for a lovely review!! Take care
Best, B

[willweb]

We are seasons and we pass by and change quickly. We watch the leaves fall and feel little part of ourselves flutter to the ground along with them. But, these leaves are not the end...nor the beginning,
Beautifull written, though a tinge sad, still a wonderful painting grew from your words

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Will for a thoughtful review, much appreciated!
Best, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

Hi Betty,
Going to send some thoughts in a message.

Winston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

just as those leaves give their attention to the wind, they are blown away.
we observe more as we near the end...we understand our seasons as we move into our winter.
I wonder what the animals think of us...
are they perplexed? not surprised? disgusted?
glad they live on instinct and cannot reason...
maybe they laugh at how we do less with reason than we should.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

A very in-depth review J.
Many thanks!
Best, B

[Dave Brown]

All very very nicely done BEST B
We have had a long stalled Autumn here and are still enjoying the many colors, although it is starting to get muy cold
Funny you should mention it but the other day, just out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw an intrepid beast, but of course, quick impressions can sometimes fool the sharpest eye and I am not as young as I used to be??

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Dave for a spiffy review!!!
BESTB