Light Stirs My Soul

Winter storm descends
   Blinding the world
Windswept, swirling
   Flakes in torrents hurling 
From a sullen, sinister sky
   
Somber silence in its wake
   Flowers in full bloom frozen
Leaves this morn fallen -- buried, unraked
   Night's icy fingers keep me awake

But morning's light stirs my soul
   Rays of sun butter my roll
Brighter, every warmer, now my thoughts
   With them, winter's battles to be fought...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Krutsinger Avatar
November 14, 2019 at 12:18 AM
You are so in the throes of winter. I feel it!
Wolf Avatar
November 14, 2019 at 10:53 AM
I'm so n the throes of winter already, that I'm ready to throw up! LOL. ~ gw
Perrin Avatar
November 13, 2019 at 4:52 AM
Excellent imagery! Love this :-) x
Wolf Avatar
November 13, 2019 at 12:12 PM
Thank you so much, Elaine! :) gw
Messina Avatar
November 12, 2019 at 9:00 PM
For years I've been dipping my buttered rolls into my coffee, my ritual will continue on (lol). Have a safe winter Gershon. Nice write and Mozel Tov on this awesome write! CM
Wolf Avatar
November 13, 2019 at 12:12 PM
And mazel tov to you, C.M. on that buttered roll in your coffee. You're way out in front of Dunkin Donuts, for sure. Thanks! ~ gw
Adams Avatar
November 12, 2019 at 8:27 PM
love the imagery in this one...i can see it, guess those weeds in the sidewalk cracks don't stand a chance now... we got a small taste of this today, not a fan, winter can forget to come and autumn can crawl back under its rock...i'll take spring and summer... :) hugs
Wolf Avatar
November 13, 2019 at 12:10 PM
Crawl back under your rock, Autumn! You think that might work?! Maybe I should an imprecation or two? LOL. Thanks, Sandy! :) gw
Thompson Avatar
November 12, 2019 at 2:14 PM
Agree with Panagiota...Rays of sun butter my roll...what a cracking line. Should be a song title..Excellent Gershon. Best wishes..Ron.
Wolf Avatar
November 13, 2019 at 12:09 PM
Butter my role debuts as an album by Gershon Wolf on the 33rd of Never. Oh, well. Thanks for the thought, RT. Cheers, Gershon
Romios Avatar
November 12, 2019 at 1:29 PM
Rays of sun, butter my roll~ love that line. Write on, Gershon, Panagiota Well done...
Wolf Avatar
November 12, 2019 at 1:54 PM
Thank you so much for your inspired comment, my friend! Blessings, Gershon
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