Winter’s Meeting
Winter has laid its cold hand upon me
Its chill reaching to close within
Like frost fingers searching
Numb channels, stiffened too much to shiver.
Chipped out in lacey pattern
Parts of me have swirled away
Caught up in blasts, twirled into the leaden skies
Disappeared from view, forgotten in the still.
Winter, so unbending cold
But stark in beauty
Stands in defiance, waits in covered quiet
Bidding remembrance, it shuns my ungloved touch.
-I.
You should post more of your poems. This one’s lovely. Here’s one of the things it says to me: “Beware Winter!”
I write a poem about very ten to fifteen years. I probably saved one other one besides this. Thank you for commenting and that you appreciated it :)
i dont consider myself a bard…
just enjoy wordplay.
this is a beautiful poem!..full of rich imagery. and the double chill
of winter and your inner process.
you should write more. it’s art with words…and you are an artist and
excellent writer…
give me another five years and I may birth another;)
– but truthfully thank you for your encouraging words.