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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

Date: 10/15/2017 2:25:00 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

Date: 10/10/2017 2:43:00 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
Date: 10/11/2017 8:31:00 PM

Very true Buck.

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 10/8/2017 11:38:00 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
Date: 10/11/2017 8:33:00 PM

Oh well I guess I will have to ration your work to get me through the winter.

Silent One

Date: 10/5/2017 11:03:00 AM

You wrote this very well Patricia..

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/5/2017 11:22:00 AM

Thank you Silent One.

Ricky Muse

Date: 10/4/2017 1:28:00 PM

Very, very nice. The imagery is so strong here and the wistful tone is skillfully connected to nature. Good poem.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/4/2017 1:57:00 PM

Thank you Richard

Line Gauthier

Date: 10/4/2017 11:31:00 AM

You certainly know how to generate those warm feelings.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/4/2017 1:12:00 PM

Thank you Line.

Ralph Sergi

Date: 10/4/2017 10:28:00 AM

Great Poem, Pat! I recall coming to my little retreat in the Poconos and seeing evidence f little field mice.

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/4/2017 11:21:00 AM

Ralph write a poem of the little retreat. I would love to read it.

Russell Sivey

Date: 10/4/2017 8:13:00 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
Date: 10/4/2017 10:02:00 AM

Me too, but there is something about leaving the cottage alone for months that saddens a child's heart. Thank you

Peter Rees

Date: 10/4/2017 4:41:00 AM

Lovely heartwarming thoughts. Keep them coming - the world is badly in need of them !

Patricia Cresswell
Date: 10/4/2017 11:19:00 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.