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We get the full force of the seasons here, and often I like to write poems about each. I'd like to share with you my winter poems that I've written over the past few years.
Year's End
Summer heat fades and a chill invades
As steadily the year creeps towards its end.
No more long light, but more of dark night.
Green leaves and dead leaves blend.
Clouds the sky hide and cold, heavy rains provide
While everyone hurries to warm home.
Birds' songs are few as they begin to
Travel south, where every year they roam.
Leaves slowly drop, so from trunk to top
Trees are skeletons, so bare.
Soon snow will fall, soon white will be all,
Sounds soft and muffled everywhere.
Gone is the energy of spring - instead, this time brings
Quiet, calm, and time to think
About another year, gone, the end so near.
All time rushes by in a blink.
And so the year dies, and I breathe wistful sighs,
Reflecting as dead night turns to new day.
Though one year is gone, coming with the dawn
Is the new year's beautiful display.
Is It Truly Winter?
I.
Is it truly winter?
Yes, those are snowflakes I see.
I see them dance and flutter
Through the air around me.
They make a white blanket,
Draped softly over the ground.
All life's busy noises get
Muffled and softer in sound.
Evergreens are robed in white,
The green so rich and vivid
When all else is white in sight,
A beautiful sign of life amid
The other bare trees.
And though the days grow short,
Moon on snow makes it easy to see
Winter's signs of every sort.
II.
Has another year passed?
Spring has long faded,
Its flowers not made to last,
Its bright rainbow of colors traded
For summer's uniform green.
The summertime heat is gone,
Moved on to another scene,
And the long days are withdrawn.
Fall's leaves still linger,
Scattered all over the ground.
They no longer sport the color
Of harvest, but are a muddy brown.
Now it is winter, a year's
Cycle of seasons almost done.
The end of the year is here -
Here's wishing for another good one.
Quiet Winter
There is no quiet quite like winter.
In spring, the birds sing life and joy,
And all hear their song.
In fall, the winds play in the leaves,
And all hear that music.
In summer, a heavy, sluggish silence reigns,
And all feel the silence.
But in winter, no birds sing,
No winds play,
No silence oppresses.
In winter, a simple quiet exists,
But few sense its quiet.
A quiet made of snow and constant dusk,
Of fresh cold air and day long gone.
The world hurries by winter,
Few stop to look at it,
But those who do, find its quiet,
Soft, peaceful, simple quiet,
The quiet that is winter.
I hope you are enjoying your winter. God has infused such beauty into each season, and though winter can get tedious, we should always remember Psalm 118:24: "This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."
Again, I apologize for the long delay between posts! To those who commented on my first post: Thank you! I forgot to reply, and then time passed, and when I remembered, I thought it was too late to reply... I promise I wasn't ignoring you!
I appreciate comments, and I will reply this time! Do you know good poems about winter? I would love to hear about them. Though I write poetry, I don't read enough. Suggestions would be much appreciated!
Have a lovely day!
Although I have read each of these before, it is nice to so again. Sorry I do not have recommendations for you. There is always Emily Dickinson to read; or Shakespeare.
ReplyDeleteI haven't read much of Shakespeare's poetry. Actually, only a poem or two. Since we have that big book, maybe I'll look in there :)
DeleteVery nice... wish I had Name/email to use instead of google... I use wordpress.org not wordpress.com. sigh
ReplyDeleteLove you!
Grandma