musings on winter’s nights

arqios

 

It is a quiet night, the air is still.

The chill of winter touches each pane.

Under a streetlight's gentle beam,

snowflakes twirl in a silent dance.

 

The street lies muted,

a figure moves slowly.

His steps quietly crunching

in the blanket of snow.

What is this echo

of a forgotten ache

that stirs my heart,

making it fluster?

 

Why does my mind drift

to a southern place

where magnolias bloom

in ornate bunches?

Petals soft

against dark green leaves,

a scene of spring

that warms the thoughts.

 

These snowflakes drift in gentle arcs.

From darkness they come,

to darkness return.

Within me a sudden start,

and swells and soars to every part?

 

As winter's grip tightens,

spring seems distant.
Yet in my soul, there shines a star.

A silent hope in the frost's embrace,

of warmer days and kinder space.

 

The snow keeps falling, night wears on.

In my thoughts, a springtime dawn.

Though winter reigns with icy hands,

in dreams of bloom,

my heart still stands.

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2026 05:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: The fight goes on against seasonal affect …
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Dominic Windram, Tristan Robert Lange
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  • Dominic Windram

    Lovely poem literally brimming with vibrant imagery...definitely deserves to be a fave!

  • sorenbarrett

    Seasonal yet with greater metaphoric importance it speaks to all that find themselves in the winter of despair with hopes for a better day. Lovely Cryptic

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Indeed it does! arqios, this feels hushed and deeply felt. The stillness carries that quiet winter weight, and the ache beneath it is unmistakable. That fight you name…it’s right there in every drifting thought. I VERY MUCH relate to this, my dear friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • orchidee

    A fine write A. Ahh, wishing for snow at 38C or thereabouts? The temperature I mean, not the lines of latitude on a map. But you is in Summer now! lol.

  • Goldfinch60

    Those blooms will soon be with you Rik.

    Andy



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