With battered, leafless trees to cling to,
and etch her name upon our windows,
to cover browning grass and pavement,
and turn our ponds to solid glass.
She covers road and hedge and fence,
and stops us seeing what's ahead,
to cover car and truck and van,
and turn the roads a solid white.
Shadows fade from black to grey,
the sky becomes a yellow-blue,
to cover valley, field and mountain,
and turn the world to her domain.
She is winter, she is death,
she is cold and frozen here,
to cover us from head to toe,
and turn our hearts to pray for spring.
Author notes
Written January 4th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- ~The Spirit of Winter~ (a collab. with zt) by crisstiena.
300 points, ended January 10, 2006, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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She is the season of death and I think you described her well. I like the way you painted this picture...I can even feel the cold. It had a great rhythm going for it. Blank verse, yes?
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mmm again the wonder of winter is lovely to see but the limitations it places on us encourage us to long for warmer weather when we can be free to choose what we do rather than being governed by the season, well done
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It's a shame there where no prewrites allowed as my poem Winter Ghost would have been ideal for this comp.
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I very much like the rhythm and flow that you have used here and the true feel of this most inhospitable season that is so well captured in your words. I particularly like the use of the word 'she'. It adds to the mystery and complexity of this entity we call Winter.
Lovely writing.
Thank you for entering, and good luck! ~ crisstiena
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