Home » Poems » Robert Lindley » Saddest Blues Flow Through Winter's Broken Frame

Notes About The Poem

Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 104

Note - Each year without fail, the last few days of August , ever since my early childhood, I start thinking about Winter's bitter wrath and its destruction on the weak creatures. I can only guess, my puppy somehow getting outside that bitter cold night and freezing to death, had a lasting and deeply profound effect on me.
For even now, with my understanding of Nature's finely tuned purpose (ITS FRAME NOT BROKEN), in disposing of the weak to keep the strong alive I still start to get those blues well before the bitter cold arrives.
THAT THINKING HIT ME EARLY THIS MORN AS I WALKED OUT INTO MY FRONT YARD TO A CHILLY MORN, IN AUGUST, HERE IN THE SOUTH.
Thus I came back in to jot down these verses and remind myself-- tho' man may despair, Nature follows its purpose with greatest of care!

Saddest Blues Flow Through Winter's Broken Frame

Saddest Blues Flow Through Winter's Broken Frame

Saddest blues flow through winter's broken frame
Even when its cold winds no longer chill.
Sure, white snow at Christmas garners great fame
Yet we forget blizzards oft creatures kill.
Horrible sights such sad, hard frozen scenes
Realizing death travels in its breath.
Bitter truth, I found in my early teens
When my puppy escaped and froze to death.
Yes, I was far too young to understand
Winter is Nature, as death to living.
When I see, ice frozen across the land
My heart yearns for Springs new, greener givings.

That moment, those sad blues are tossed away
Anticipating Spring's first warm green day.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-25-2017

artdeathnaturepetsseasonssonnet

♡Like0

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

James Swartz

September 4, 2017 at 11:38 AM

You're feelings are well expressed in this great piece Robert. You and I share the same disdain for old man winter. I moved west to avoid him but still feel the blues coming around this time each year.

Judy Ball

August 28, 2017 at 8:48 AM

I know exactly how you feel my friend.It's awful to have such memories. I have one very like yours when my neighbor's dog froze to death because her son forgot to let her back in after letting her out to do her business and I heard her crying but thought they would let her in.Otherwise I would have gone and gotten her. Great write. God Bless, JB

Keith O.J. Hunt

August 26, 2017 at 12:33 PM

A deep write on the harsh of winter Robert; my friend foolishly let his cat out in a blizzard last winter, 'Whizzers' never came back. A cat's paws will freeze quickly in harsh conditions, especially here in Canada. Sorry to hear of your loss of a puppy. A unique, well written write Robert. BTW, all is well --- I got all your soup mails:-)

Connie Marcum Wong

August 25, 2017 at 5:56 PM

How sad Robert. I can imagine how heartbreaking it would be for a boy. Each season is needed for the balance of life, but I do feel for the creatures who must find a way to endure the cold or freeze to death. You have expressed your sorrow beautifully Robert. Those kind of memories never seem to fade. Love, Connie :)