And so it snows
outside, the trees of old
dancing gracefully in the soft winds of winter
clouds gifting soft fluffy flakes
a pretty white blanket for all to see
and from inside, where the wood fire burns fiercely
warmth arising from the cotto rich floors
in which were places with bare hands
in days of my summer
I watch in silence, as I witness a miracle
nature is patiently awaiting the new season of spring
often reflecting on the fact
that once winter has arrived for me
I shall never again see another spring
yet, I don’t feel sad
I feel incredibly grateful to have seen it at all
because when my winter arrives
it’s simply time to go home.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Reflection
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In the seasons of life we are all annuals. Lovely wording in this poem makes it feel classical in nature and gives it a sense of seriousness and weight wisdom. Yet the ending lines lift the burdon of finality and open the door to a return to familiarity. Brilliant!
Thank you dear sorrenbarret your words as usual humble my soul dear friend. ๐น
Each season has their pros and cons, their beauty and their dark side. Your poem points to that quite beautifully.๐๐ป๐
Thank you so much dear arqios ๐น
Youโre welcome Teddy
I shall never again see another spring
Dear Teddy your winter imagery and description in this gorgeous poem is exquisite. I detected an air of melancholy.
Eventually, we will all return home. Your posted image is a fine match for your words. Been back here twice today to read this wonderful poem. Much kudos dear poet. ๐น๐๐น๐
Thank you so much dear Cassie, you truly are a kind and beautiful poet. ๐น ๐ ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐โจ
But Spring always returns Teddy and is due very soon.
Andy
Not if one has already had theirs thank you dear friend. ๐น
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