Desolate

Poem about winter and sorrow

Desolate

 

And still my winter comes,
It’s white veil casting over the fields,
The last of the violet blossoms,
Departing…

 

And all seems serene,
An ache overwhelms my heart and soul,
And I find that I am alone,
Desolate…

 

But there is Beauty in isolation,
Like a single white rose blossom,
Glistening in the spring’s morning dew,
Angelic…

 

And through the snow descending,
The warm golden sun begins to rise,
And all the world awakens to sorrow,
Falling like ashes from heaven’s skies

Author's Note

Copyrighted by walter scott morrison

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

I loved this.. My consistent feeling was: That is so true.. The wording is precise and the imagery aids the telling of your message. I like the resolute confirming of your feeling without having to use too forceful of a method. I can very much relate to your words here.. I enjoyed the content a lot..

[J.A.N]

marvelous.

[Ruth]

There is always something so mystical about winter, yes, it can seem so isolating, and yet, through solitude we can find the hermit within ourselves - maybe we can even find liberation to see through the coldness and bitterness :) Beautiful work xx

[Desert Dreamer]

As the world goes through the cycle of seasons, so do we go through a cycle of emotions...this is a beautiful comparison of winter to sorrow...I love to say the words "world awakens" and "snow descending", great word combinations.

[Little Whisper]

I believe also there is beauty in isolation... just as the blossom of the white rose..we become the strength.
I really like your poem.

[Omar Fendri]

So pure, genuine, heartfelt poem... Winter is one of the most stunning seasons for me and reading your harmonious words take me away to where my concealed memories are hiding, there under the veil of winter... A so neat Nature-Term you use it there. It makes DESOLATE a VERY authentic lyrics :)

[Ebb and Flow]

Incredibly beautiful. It's sad but the imagery you use makes it beautiful at the same time. I absolutely love how in the last stanza you rhyme the second and forth lines it's unique.

Krystina

it's nice to be alone sometimes.
if it's the right kind of lonely.

I like how the beginning line comes from almost nowhere, just launching straight into the flow of the write.

[Liza]

smooth sensational imagery painted with your word selections

[hulsehodges]

Beautiful. I feel myself standing alone--utterly alone. Combining contrasting words like Angelic and desolate pull me. Complicated...yet simple somehow. I love your work!