Winter Sounds.
We, looking to Now
..........................may see icy goodbyes.
Cold can scribe lonely,
...............................but for only a while.
The Now fosters no
..........................special seasonal timing.
Winter sounds saddest
.........................when seen from behind.
Tho' drifts of bleak past
............................still pale teared faces.
Sun melts the quicker
..........................frost-bitten heartaches.
Nowness ahead brooks
...........................no reason for trauma.
Yielding to Spring-song
....................means wings will sky-soar.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Nice experiment with form here, Fay. And a good write to boot! Kudos.
Good write, mind you those winter times need not be lonely, there is always somebody with you.
The cold frosty fingers of winter has a tight grip. Hopefully that grip will loosen soon.
And I'm with Kat too waiting for future birdsong.
A fine write Fay. Well, for us in the UK, it can often be 'the damp fingers of winter'! And it may not always be 'proper rain' but that drizzle stuff. Oh well, at least it's milder at those times!
Interesting form, well written. Fay, you surprise us with so much talent and diversity.
"Winter sounds saddest.....when seen from behind," is a beautiful and true line. It is sad because it can be so quiet. Facing the winter ahead can be challenging. The bitter cold, the obstructive snow, and the cutting winds are daunting.
A beautiful poem, with a hopeful ending. I await the first "birdsong."
Enjoyed this read. - Phil A.
This is great Fay, loved it! I too look forward to warmer days!
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