the air has gone cold again
leaves falling to blanket
a ground less walked on
dirt and twigs kicked up
by angry gusts of wind
and sorrowful rain storms
there is death among the living
the winter is approaching
a season surrounded
in emptiness
or beauty
a poetic sort of justice
cold fingers lead to cold feet
second thoughts
and last chances
a grief stricken heart
a hollow soul
bleeding through a runny nose
the snow will fall
quieting all the noise
the life and art of dying
the snow blinds
the reality
a silent, beautiful killer
and with each snowflake
there is another
heartache
another punishment
or redemption
small moments
building
always building
snowballing out of
control
until life is snowed in
and everything hibernates
internalizing
winter
souls feel the cold
where heat can no longer
touch
where love can no longer
heal
winter is strong
a slow, frozen death
for the guilt-ridden
or winter
is a beautiful
escape
Author notes
Oh, could I ever write a poem JUST about nature? Yeah, right.
I think we all struggle with this during the winter, perhaps I'm just crazy. But is it something depressing, sad, and full of death -- or is it a beautiful escape for awhile?
I think I've finally hit that transitioning point...
Please tell me what you think
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who would write a poem *just* about nature without something else influencing? this is absolutely gorgeous. i love it.
and who says what's depressing, sad, and full of death cannot be a beautiful escape?
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Stimulating
I love it. I love them beauty in your words. I love this time of the year. Halloween is my favorite holiday. I love snow and the smell of the cold. It can be very enjoyable to some and very miserable to others and I think you showed that extremely well in your writing. It was very creative and captivating, excellent read.
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Thanks, babe. Fall is absolutely my favorite season. I feel so much at this time of year. I don't often understand how some people don't love this season.
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