Saxon Crow

A reminder of seasons

Icicles grow before my eyes

As the cold wind cuts

Like a heartless lie

Deep are the furrows of thickening snow

Engulfing my existence wherever I roam

Blinded by the white I can no longer see

The ice in my heart now guiding me

And the storm rages on over the hill

The sun slowly dying from this endless chill

And how I wish summer were here

Those hot long days where woes disappear

Where the warmth and the light 

Replenishes my soul

Oh stop your complaining there's just no pleasing some! 




  • Author: Saxon Crow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 11th, 2022 03:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Got a bit lazy with this one haha
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  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    I like your writing , crow )) summer can be nicer than winter although I feel it can also be ‘ too warm’ . I think it’s going to be in the thirties again by the weekend . Spring is my favourite season .

    • Saxon Crow

      Kinda the point of my poem VB. We all fantasize about the seasons we aren't in but complain when they are too extreme haha

      • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

        Yeah , I understand your point . I think it was 38 a few weeks ago .

      • 2 more comments

      • Doggerel Dave

        You aren't going to claim that the English are the only ones who complain about the weather (although they have this reputation) are you? 'Tell ya it just ain't so.
        Good fun write, Sax.

        • Saxon Crow

          I claim nothing Dave. It's all good

        • dusk arising

          What a super punchline you teae us toward with this unseasonal jibe.

          Gimmie icicles on sills and beware of yellow snow... tis the weather for punnets and ice cream.

          • Saxon Crow

            Yellow snow. How comes it's never warm? Not that I've picked it up of course.

          • Goldfinch60

            If only that was happening now, I would be much happier.


            • Saxon Crow

              I'll.settle for a lovely autumnal day myself

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