Winter Waits

Winter settles inside my bones.
Wool stretched nights linger
far into morning where an anemic sun
rests behind ice-crystal clouds.

The winds' lonely primal screams
pluck an ancient chord that resonates
with a blind foreboding. Life huddles
and with frosted brows and searches
for the first signs of winter's death.

Lonely is the season that paints in a
singular color as the oranges and yellows
lick their lips and plot their coup in hushed
clouded breaths for no monarch can rule
forever.

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Oh how lovely is the landscape of winter, and you have described it well enough to make me shudder with pleasure from the memory of it! How I do miss the snow and sound of roaring winds as I now live in the warm, HOT south!
Thank you for the snapshot of my yesterdays!!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for commenting. Trust me it's cold!

[Pryde Foltz]

Lonely is the season that paints in a
singular color as the oranges and yellows
lick their lips and plot their coup in hushed
clouded breaths for no monarch can rule
forever.

Fantastic anthro-morphization. I love that I look out my window at the dwindling leaves and you … ah yes.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you for that Pryde.

[Naomi Bloom]

This is beautiful and magical. Your personification of different elements of winter and your imagery were really effective. I really liked the line "as the oranges and yellows / lick their lips and plot their coup in hushed / clouded breaths."

The only thing I would fix is the sentence "Life huddles and with frosted brows searching for the first signs of winter's death." I think you need to change "searching" to "searches" so the sentence makes more sense.

Your poem described winter so perfectly. Loved it. :)

[icelandicblue]

Thanks, and you are right- the tenses should be the same. Thank you for pointing that out and for your review.

[Naomi Bloom]

You're welcome.

[Yellow Butterfly]

Your diction and word play plays out like a fairy tale scene out of the Chronicals of Narnia . Except what you write feels real and conveys a darker truth to the misery winter can only bring on it's unsuspecting victims.

Such a powerful force of nature...yet without Winter their would be no Spring and without Spring, Summer can't begin.

Thank you for this wonderful write.... :o)

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. I too think that there is sinister heart beating beneath the poem. Thanks again.

[Yellow Butterfly]

Your Welcome...

Looking forward to reading more of your work too...

[icelandicblue]

If you have read or seen the show Game of Thrones, the term winter is coming brings with it a great foreboding-perhaps I was trying to distill some of that into the poem.

[Yellow Butterfly]

I have heard of Game of Thrones, unfortunately haven't watched.any of the shows.
Your poem was fab and I'm glad my review did not do it an injustice on what it was you were trying to convey :o)

[KAOlmsted]

This is beautifully written. I love that last stanza. Absolutely love it.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much kimmer. I envy you your Floridian temperatures right now.

[KAOlmsted]

I grew up in Upstate NY and spent the last 3 1/2 years in Alaska...dude...I am so over snow ;-) My pleasure. Florida is free for the taking..come visit! :-)

[icelandicblue]

I too am over snow. I'm coming to Florida, I've got family there, but not until the "balmy" days of July. Alaska- wow.

[An owl on the moon]

Such a sweet darkness in the shadows of your winter.. magic and metaphors rising like the chill mist in morning.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you for such a poetic comment.

[Annabelle Lee]

I like to fancy winter that guest in your house that just won't go home..... And when they finally do, they're back the next weekend

Wonderful write, I much enjoyed reading.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much!

[Muse]

The metaphors in this is amazing;

Lonely is the season that paints in a
singular color as the oranges and yellows
lick their lips
100/100
Favorited for future inspiration.

[icelandicblue]

Oh thank you so much. I can't wait for winter to be deposed.

[Muse]

Lonely is the season that paints in a
singular color as the oranges and yellows
lick their lips ....licking their lips...blowing hot air on this cold cold snow...it will melt soon enough. :)))

[E.C.F. Doyle]

The imagery in this poem is outstanding. I love "wool stretched nights".

You are a true talent my friend. Well done.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you for your kind comment. It is appreciated.

[David Scott]

You are a talented poet. I enjoyed this depiction of Winter!
Great poem.

[icelandicblue]

I am happy that you enjoyed the poem.