A Winter`s Ending

the end

The snow in the courtyard brings a new shape

each day ; a sense in the melting

but I have not attended to this.

A girl waiting at a station with smiles

children as birds-in-snow, tankers in the night

before Greece, a tooth bloody in a tea towel.

Enough ; carry the snow-children away, teeth

of the sea, a tanker of light, a station full of smiles,

a bloodless bird.

The last grey day ; the translated play of lost times

turning into water.

Reviews

[Devanshu Rajput]

a beautifu piece...but i can't enjoy the snow in india...;-(

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I guess reflections on the memories of times Now past brought on by the passing of the seasons which emphasise time slipping like water through our fingers. Thought provoking piece.

[Jack Cassidy]

Nice work. The present moment is the only moment...

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

Very nice. Perhaps it's all about watching the snow melt and being aware of what's going on around during that time... being aware of life. But when it's nearing the end then enough with the joy and the suffering; let it be done with. On the last day, perhaps metaphorically the last day of life, all those times of life-play are lost to the ages and melt away.

[Sami Khalil]

The snow in the courtyard brings a new shape

each day ; a sense in the melting

but I have not attended to this.
This is a very nice write. I just stumbled upon it...:)

[Tina Kline]

Seasons come and life goes on. We enjoy the seasons and live our lives. A wonderful poem!

[Neville]

I enjoyed reading 'A Winters Ending' Leslie - You seem to have incorporated many random images into something cohesive and whole, there is a freshness and power in your words that I intend to contemplate further on & no doubt will enjoy. All Good things, Neville

[Pete Langley]

I enjoy this poem. There is no assumption. Spring can take care of itself. Life is now. Get on with it now. The spareness of language increases it`s power. P.

[DIVYA]

Something went wrong on the way to heaven...
Thats how i could relate to this poem...

[Claire Twinn]

I almost feel sad that spring's here (nearly)! Time passes and we're so busy with our worlds we don't see the bigger picture, or make the most of what we have now.