Winter

Winter

 

I can hear the birds singing

But I can’t see them

Calling for the sun to rise

From dark branches scraping the sky

Full of life they sound

Perched high above the speckled lawn

Clinging to sticks, crooked and bare

Formed of countless years trying

And mistletoe nightmares

 

Melodies bridge the breeze

Lonely corn fields of narrow rows

And a garden of sleeping blooms

Life waiting to be reborn

To paint the landscape with color

Bringing happiness to the birds

Singing anyway on the cusp of new

The edge of beauty near

As eastern horizons wake

 

Grey skies still cling the heavens

I listen, quietly to this music

As if their harmonies will lift

The loneliness from my heart

Chambered worries of what will come

Pulsating rivers in free flowing vistas

Counting minutes until spring arrives

And I whisper a sad good bye

But I will return…I will return

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[BlackRose]

What a deep piece you display here.

Shivered snow coats of once were pollen in a whirl, bringing up beautiful blooms. Come back I shall when frigid melts over. Sunshine painted my face at a time to 'luminated smiles. Now in the fate of stormy cold bitterness...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my friend for your kindness

[Tina Louise UK]

Wonderful imagery! Such a beautiful serene piece, really enjoyed :) x

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Tia. Your kindness is always welcomed

[A. Amos]

You portrait early morning in your own way...good job

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.

[Shirlena]

Waiting for spring and what an ethereal way to welcome it or to coax it into welcoming arms. I'm even more impressed at the image you chose. It so abstract and it's a black women...I try to use diversity in my images and not be one dimensional...it would be nice to see it done more with other's but you do what you feel. Speaking of feeling...if this poem were in a glass I would drink it. It's gorgeous.

[Jack...]

Now I am smiling my friend. Thanks so very much for your kindness. Stop by if you ever need a refill...they are free.

[Shirlena]

I'll surely take you up on that invite :).

[Marie]

This sounds like a patient sunrise...

[Jack...]

Thanks Marie...not too patient about wanting spring to arrive though.

[Linda alexander]

As if their harmonies will lift

The loneliness from my heart
Splendid imagination, picturesque, comparison with life, optimum combination, excellent write, that is all my friend I can say about this poem

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Linda.

[Linda alexander]

You most welcome, take care

[DIVYA]

You made winter seem so beautiful, I felt sad at it's departure and long for it to return.

"Pulsating rivers in free flowing vistas

Counting minutes until spring arrives

And I whisper a sad good bye

But I will return…I will return"

Every season has a different magic and you underlined that beautifully with this poem Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you Divya...many would disagree with you on longing for it's return. :) I appreciate your kindness.

[Baby Ricochet]

Good imagery of the early morning hours. Good poem.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Vidya Bacchus]

I have never experienced Winter .Your poem has a sadness to it Jack as always your words go deep :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Vidya. Winter is nice for a little while...but if it stays longer than that...yeech.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Ha I understand.The mornings are very cold here this time of the year and I can hardly handle that so I think I will pass on your winter lol

[Frieda P]

Wow the personification of winter here is off the charts Jack. Love that graphic, it set the tone for this amazing read, I'm speechless...love this bittersweet pulsating darkly dole'd tune!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my sweet friend. I knew this would touch you as winter seems to be lingering a bit too long in your world. I always appreciate when you stop by and visit. Stay warm...