Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Closed For the Winter

closed for the winter

the pines gather the powdery dust
left behind, in the lane by a car
departing.  Tenderly they   
shake it loose on their rooted feet
another circle of memory.
the children of the summer
have gone.

small creatures line up to feast 
on the last peanuts and seeds
free, for the taking until next year.
every thing is gone that makes it home,
except, the echoes they stay forever
caught in the forest and fields.
dry grass hisses, boughs hold 
the summer that was.

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John Fleming October 15, 2017 at 2:25 AM I never did like Autumn going into Winter...albeit the loud parade of colour is truly dazzling! But it is far too melancholy: everything is shutting down, leaving, saying goodbye; I am not at my best at this time of year. I much prefer Springtime! The vibrancy, the new, the freshness of it all - so exhilarating! Your excellent poem imparts all of these above emotions so very well, Patricia...I really do find your poem very effective in a despondent sort of way - cleverly done! :) john

Old Buck October 10, 2017 at 2:43 PM Patricia: The "creatures" may have voiced similar comments as they finished off the rest of the seeds and watched the "nuts" drive away. Thanks for sharing a lovely piece. oldbuck Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 8:31 PM Very true Buck.

Lim'Rik Flats October 8, 2017 at 11:38 AM I am a winter sissy, to the south I'll go. Glad to take your poems along, just thought I'd let you know. Uh oh, rhyme mode strikes again. Seriously, I like how you capture a view I can cherish from afar. No critter need worry that I'll trample on his house beneath the snowfall. Cheers 'n hugs ~ john Patricia Cresswell October 11, 2017 at 8:33 PM Oh well I guess I will have to ration your work to get me through the winter.

Silent One October 5, 2017 at 11:03 AM You wrote this very well Patricia.. Patricia Cresswell October 5, 2017 at 11:22 AM Thank you Silent One.

Richard Evans October 4, 2017 at 1:28 PM Very, very nice. The imagery is so strong here and the wistful tone is skillfully connected to nature. Good poem. Patricia Cresswell October 4, 2017 at 1:57 PM Thank you Richard

Line Gauthier October 4, 2017 at 11:31 AM You certainly know how to generate those warm feelings. Patricia Cresswell October 4, 2017 at 1:12 PM Thank you Line.

Ralph Sergi October 4, 2017 at 10:28 AM Great Poem, Pat! I recall coming to my little retreat in the Poconos and seeing evidence f little field mice. Patricia Cresswell October 4, 2017 at 11:21 AM Ralph write a poem of the little retreat. I would love to read it.

Russell Sivey October 4, 2017 at 8:13 AM Summer isn't that far away really, it may seem that way, but 250 days goes by quickly anymore, at least it does for me! Just think of the beauty of winter that it brings...the snow, so white and precious! The beauty of the air, so crispy in its coldness, feels so good! Winter isn't that bad! It's summer that hurts me, but everyone seems to love the summer more! My favorite time is Autumn, with the air crisp and cool! And the smells are loud and proud, and the colors are bright! Great Work!! Patricia Cresswell October 4, 2017 at 10:02 AM Me too, but there is something about leaving the cottage alone for months that saddens a child's heart. Thank you

Peter Rees October 4, 2017 at 4:41 AM Lovely heartwarming thoughts. Keep them coming - the world is badly in need of them ! Patricia Cresswell October 4, 2017 at 11:19 AM This is where I live in this rosey bubble but I know what is happening out there in the world. I deal with it but refuse to let it in. I appreciate your encouragement even though you may think I am crazy. But growing positivity in a negative world is no job for sissys. Your work is magnificent in that it shares the beauty of this earth. Thank you.