Wintershade

not sure

 

Wintershade haunts me.

I fear the days when I am happy,

With only the company of the cat.

I fear the cold stillness of winter,

 

Where only the dryness of the crackling fire

Radiates her song, devoid of form…

So, for now, I will enjoy

Honking geese, as they mock

My inability to migrate.

I will enjoy the restlessness of fall.

 

Half bare limbs, fence with stately poise,

The rushing thrusts of autumn...

 

Rejoice with me.

Today, the dog is still alive.

Besides, when there is only a wintershade,

Contently stroking the purring of sleeping desire,

 

Who I am will have followed the baying hound,

Beyond the chill of the rocking chair…

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

Staying warm .. and moving free
tomorrow's breath
food that agrees
words, colors and smiles I can SEE
A heart that beats in time
These are a few of
My winter's dreams..

Winter IS coming for all of us ..
Seize the day !! ... Jazz

[David Scott]

Thank you Jazz.
I like your shades of winter. Well said.
I think you caught my intention.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Hope so .... Have a peaceful evening ... :) and... You r welcome.

[An owl on the moon]

What a brilliant glimpse of winter's darking chill... It has always been a stark, cold season for me... taking light and flooding the world in shadows. Yes, we must all gather around the welcoming fires to keep away from its bite!

[David Scott]

Thank you Craig for the read and comment.
I think you know this poem is not at all about the actual winter or autumn.
I had words in my head like, "I will not go quietly" or "Every dog has his day"...
Wheny body is confined to the rocking chair beside the fire, my mind will still refuse to be confined to the season... The crisp energy and motivation I find in my life now reminds me of the brisk autumn mornings. I actually love winter! I just fear the "winter of my life". With a spinal injury and major health problems, my winter may come early...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

could be october's song...but what i like is that this could be the woman who is being thought of...she is gone...it will get cold despite the crackling fire...and the sleeping desire.

[David Scott]

Thank you for reading Jacob.
This thought just came to me after reading Kelly's poem.
Yes, about a woman, a fear of time passing too fast, and a love of autumn.
A bit eclectic. Not sure about it myself. I like it, but it was something I felt more than I thought up... So I'll figure it out later.