Wrought-iron winter,
Cold spirit of severed certainty,
We welcome you,
Leveler of all hopes eternal,
Our only known truth.
In you we see reality,
Where color has fallen—
Faded—
Given way to gray.
Where we see night is
Eternal—
Never was there really
Any day.
Poet’s Note:
Written during a period of deep personal sorrow and seasonal depression, Any Day? captures the weight of spiritual and emotional fatigue that can make even light feel unreachable. It is not a loss of faith, but an honest reflection of what darkness can feel like when grief, doubt, and exhaustion converge.
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© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 1, 2026.
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Winter as philosophy rather than season — stark, restrained, and quietly unsettling.
Yes! Indeed, the way to frame it! Thank you for seeing and saying that. Much appreciated, my friend and a very Happy New Year to you and family! ❄️🕯️🖤🙏
So short yet so powerful a call out of shadows and a plea for light. It is highly emotional and sighs the sigh of relinquished acceptance. Well done my friend Happy New Year
Indeed! Quite so. Thank you, my friend for seeing it with astute eyes and I am glad it delivered. Thank you, so much, Soren. Happy New Year to you too! ❄️🕯️🖤🙏
You are most welcome Tristan and a Happy New Year to you as well
Well-written, your poem personifies winter as a "cold spirit" that brings about a sense of inevitability and hopelessness. It suggests a world devoid of warmth, color, and hope, with an overarching feeling that existence is marked by a perpetual state of darkness. The poet delves into the emotional and philosophical reflections on life, reality, and the acceptance of a harsh truth that life is mostly devoid of light and joy. Happy New Year, Tristan.😊❤️
Friendship, thank you. I really appreciate how carefully you read this and named the weight it carries. That sense of inevitability you describe was very real for me (especially struggling with Seasonal Affective Disorder) when I wrote it. I’m grateful you met the poem in that space and for your compassionate presence here on MyPoeticSide.You are a blessing, my friend. And Happy New Year to you as well. ❄️🕯️🖤🙏
A bit white there Popeye & Co. Why? Don't answer that! heehee.
⚪️😱⚪️...sandwiched by white...yikes! LOL! Sticky situation. Question...is that better or worse than a hairy situation? Actually, don't answer that! LOL! 😂
Kind of nice to know others as jaded and maybe bitter like me. Eternal night indeed.
Yay! Well, at least we're not alone! LOL! Thanks for stopping by, Dan! ❄️🕯️🖤🙏
Where colour has fallen, I love that. See you too carried yourself my friend. 🌹
Thank you, dear Teddy. Glad that line delivered, my friend! Yes, I have. Been a rough winter so far...but I have carried myself. 😊 Thanks again, as always, Teddy! ❄️🕯️🖤🙏
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