Days of Winter

Days of Winter

 

It was the short days of winter

that proceeded to fade her colors,

where the precipice of night

               exacerbated

the relativity of need.  

 

photography by Virginie Bocaert

Author's Note

Reviews

[~]

Not enough sun, will remove anything lovely and picturesque from the frame of a love waiting just around the corner. It will be there... soon.. loved it!! Your ability to say so much in so many levels is just amazing!!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Moonskittles...for the ability to make me smile!

[~]

Grinning :)

[NoelHC]

Well done Kelly. A short work that tells a long tale.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...thanks so much, Noel! Is it spring there yet?

[NoelHC]

Yes, the spring hit here, we set record high temperatures Thursday and Friday, the ski hill at the edge of the city closed two weeks early yesterday. It rained today and I watch3ed the grass get greener by the hour.

[dan]

Kelly, Winter's short days and long nights exacerbate seasonal affective disorder symptoms; this can lead to a precipitous drop in conscious good thoughts and deeds. It can also distort feeling alone, which can be at its darkest when the skies are. Throw in some cold weather (at least HERE) and the die is completely cast. BTW, it's going down to 16 tonite, almost APRIL. A lovely piece here, Kelly. take care...dan

[Kelly Scheppers]

I get to feeling that way myself at times, but I simply absorb myself in my poetry...thank you, Dan! Here's hoping April won't bring too many showers.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love how you and John are writing these poems, across the miles, across the span of emotion, as she waits for her lover...

can't wait for the next part...where autumn will find her...in his arms, or feeling the cool breeze of loneliness too.

[Kelly Scheppers]

John surprised me with his reply to this...across so many, many miles! I'll give some thought to autumn...thank you for the incentive, Jacob!

[Alfred Kukitz]

I have heard where you go in the coldness of night where all the colors of the storm have folded into a wrinkle.

Once again blooming with a master's stroke of genius.

Love,
Al

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm thrilled you enjoyed the brevity of my words, Al...thank you!

[Alfred Kukitz]

You are welcome, Mrs. Anderson!

[Chris]

Time... escapes as fingertips dream 'til
the dreams realize they'll never be
and the fingertips just sleep.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...a most poignant review, my friend, thank you!

[Einstein Noodle]

what a jewel! wow! wow! and wowzy wow! ;) just the first line .. the short days of winter .. when ones perception is most likely the long long long ones ... but these are short . it didnt take long to fade her colors .. so your poem begins to dismantle me ... but the night .. oh the damn night falls .. as it surely does .. crushing but enunciating my heart desire .. good golly miss molly .. who can stand and deliver .. i think this is very very well expressed .. wow!
E.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I could float like a butterfly on the heady delight of THIS review, E. ...a thousand thank you's! x

[Einstein Noodle]

ps .. that pic is also a keeper in my opinion .. perfect

[Lydia Shutter]

Loneliness and the cold....they tend to go together, don't they? At night, being alone seems far worse than it does during the day. You still have that knack for saying so much in just a few lies, Kelly. Wonderful work. Lydi**

[Kelly Scheppers]

I value your opinion, Lydi, and feel that I am most fortunate to have it, for I know from where it comes from...the heart of a poet, and friend! Thank you!

[Lydia Shutter]

Always my pleasure, Kelly. Lydi**

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow this has a brevity and a poignancy that spills sensuality across the page of winter's imminent departure Kelly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's the art work of late that I've found most stirring...and it speaks to me with a brevity of words. Your review flatters me, John, for I know of the poet from which it came! Thank you, my friend!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Have to say you have found and shared some lovely art work.