'til once more the songbirds sing

The onset of winter

Winter came not meek nor mild
but with hoare frosted, bellowed breath
that coated all with thin laid ice
sending autumn to her death.

Whilst a waning sun, by summer spent,
rises barely roof ridge high
as armadas of grey galleons
sail 'cross an ever darkening sky.

And fallow fields neath purest white
trees petrified and bare,
are an epitaph to a season lost
and the beauty she did share.

I inward say, " farewell for now,
farewell 'til the birth of spring,
let me slumber deep, silently,
'til once more the songbirds sing"

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

It's snowed in Utah, no snow on Mt. Fuji still, waiting for news elsewhere but there seems to be an undecisiveness about wintering the world over. But hibernation is calling hopefully much better than imposed lockdowns and restrictions.

[Gee]

Lockdown or hibernation, hmmmm, think I'll take the latter.
Thanks Freds

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This time of the year always represents to me a change. Like a caterpillar to butterfly these are a time of reflection in sleep. Until the spring awakens us with wings, and our evolution. So I will slumber till the snow melts. A nice poem Gee. Thank you for sharing.

[Gee]

Thank you for your thoughts Carlos.
Hope you are well

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my dear friend.
"I inward say, " farewell for now,
farewell til the birth of spring,
let me slumber deep, silently,
until once again the songbirds sing"
I miss the songbirds and the taste of Winter. I can taste now. Thank you for the amazing poetry. I loved every word.
Coyote

[Gee]

Thank you for dropping in, it's most appreciated.
Hope you are wrll

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure my friend and you are welcome.

[willweb]

That was really nice. The changing of the seasons is always something to celebrate and I feel this poem does just that. Beautifull done.

[Gee]

Thank you kindly

[W. Barrett Munn]

This is genuinely musical in its meter and such a nice descriptive piece of writing. Well done!

Winston

[Gee]

Thank you Winston. It's good to find some words to post:))

[W. Barrett Munn]

:-) Yes it very much is.

[softlyfall]

Classically gorgeous, so beautiful. Armadas of cloudships is a wonderful image, sailing across the darkening sky, conquering. I love the grammatical inversion in I inward say, " farewell for now, it is very John Milton (and that is a wonderful thing in my mind)

[Gee]

Thank you kindly, it's nice to post again and to have the words so well received :))
Hope you are well

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Gee, I felt a little shiver as I read these lines. You have some awesome imagery here and the whole write transported me into a place I am reluctant to go. Roll on spring and all she brings.Love your poem. Hope all is well. We are back in Brixham for a week. All the best.

Chris

[Gee]

Hi Christine, thanks. It's nice to finally find a few words to share.
Have a great time in Brixham, I will visit to have a read in the near future.
Take care

[.]

Great rhyme, flow and meter, Gee. A poem full of fine imagery with that armada of galleons a particular standout for me. Very original. Never experienced a northern hemisphere winter myself so your words paint me a picture of just how bleak they can be and why the coming of Spring is always long awaited. A well constructed musical piece, my friend.

[Gee]

Thanks Doodley. Being a warm weather fella November through to April are my least favourite months

[DIVYA]

Those white woods and tabletops in the forests looked stunning when I took a walk there, one winter day. It was so silent, so cold and so white, as if nature just spreads a sheet of oblivion over everything of colour. The sun was remote and overpowered which is something we Asians aren't used to. I grabbed at any sliver of sunshine I could but it was a futile pursuit. This poem is so reminscent of that December, years ago. Kudos on the beautiful poetry.

[Gee]

Thank you Divya, such beautiful words in your review/comments :))
Hope you are well

[jacob erin-cilberto]

winter feels really cold this year already....and it is no where near nigh.
a shiver is this poem.
j.

[Gee]

Thank you Jacob.
At last a few words to share :))
Hope you are well