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I Am Winter

I am winter 
 
I can hear the birds singing,
calling for the sun to rise
from dark branches scraping an alabaster sky
Full of life they sound,
perched high above a frosted lawn,
clinging to sticks, crooked and bare,
formed of countless years trying
and mistletoe nightmares
 
Frigid sonatas echo 
through a stoic countryside,
white dustings coat sparse thicket
woven in below freezing motions
Footprint remnants, slight indentations
wander finding nowhere a reality
along disguised pathways  

Melodies bridge the breeze across
a lonely corn field of empty rows
and a garden of sleeping blooms
Life waiting to be reborn,
to paint the landscape with color,
bringing happiness to the birds,
chirping on the cusp of new,
the edge of beauty, 
as eastern horizons wake 
 
Grey skies still cling to the heavens
I listen, quietly to this music
as if their harmonies will lift
the chilly loneliness from my heart
Chambered worries of what will come,
frozen rivers in icicle vistas
Counting sunsets until spring arrives,
when I whisper a sad good bye,
but I will return…

I am winter

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Darren White

Date: 12/19/2016 11:52:00 PM

Life waiting to be reborn // Hasn't winter noticed that his snow doesn't just color everything white, and postpones life, but that it also dulls sound? And although I love winter and snow, that has always been something that somehow frightens me.

Chris Green
Date: 12/20/2016 8:11:00 AM

Thanks so much Darren, I know but some thing, certain plants and shrub etc, need to winter over in order to grow. I like to think of it as a time for rest for nature. As far as it dulling sound, I had never thought o it that way. I can understand where a bit of fear might come from something like that. Thanks so much my friend.

Doug Vinson

Date: 12/19/2016 8:19:00 PM

This is what I'm talking about, Chris. I love these types of things - the white coating those sparse thickets, empty corn fields, dark branches against a light sky...I would also note that lest winter-lovers get too involved in mourning for its demise, fear not - winter doesn't even officially start for another couple days. ; P

Doug Vinson
Date: 12/21/2016 2:27:00 PM

Whew...... 27 degrees down there is darn near Absolute Zero up north.

Chris Green
Date: 12/20/2016 8:10:00 AM

Thanks so much Doug and yes, I know it's not officially winter, but I live in south Texas and it was 27 degrees here yesterday morning, so as far as we are concerned, it's winter!!! :) Very unusual for us. I appreciate you reading and commenting.

Alexis Y.

Date: 12/19/2016 4:36:00 PM

Hi Chris, You've penned a good personification with amazing imagery. Winter will pass and brighter days are up ahead. Excellent job. A without a doubt seven and a fav:-) Alexis

Chris Green
Date: 12/20/2016 8:08:00 AM

Thanks so very much my sweet friend. I don't mind winter so much, but I do like spring much better. :)

John Lawless

Date: 12/19/2016 3:14:00 PM

so even Winter gets tired of Winter....I know that feeling.....sometimes I can't stand myself....but I must persevere...Nice bit of Personification Chris, well written and captivating.

Chris Green
Date: 12/19/2016 3:53:00 PM

I think everything gets tired of winter after a while. :) Thanks o much John. I appreciate your visit today.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 12/19/2016 2:40:00 PM

- Winter photo or Christmas card with snowy scenes are beautiful .... but, the winter is merciless cold, dark and long - a wonderful poem, Chris - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Chris Green
Date: 12/19/2016 2:54:00 PM

You've got that right my friend. Though there is still some beauty to the season, for the most part, especially if you have to get up and go to work every day, it's just cold. :) Thanks so much Anne-Lise.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 12/19/2016 12:40:00 PM

You will always return...I so love Winter ..Its my fave season : )...If you are Winter...You should know I am the wind :) ..I have a poem called I am the Wind....So dont take all the credit for chilly nights and frosty mornings : )..A fave..Exceptional beauty.

Chris Green
Date: 12/19/2016 1:25:00 PM

Thank you my sweet friend. I am happy I wrote one about your favorite season. I miss winter for the most part, we don't get much down here. But I love what I remember about it.