Watchful Eye of Winter
It isn’t quiet yet it’s silent
The raindrops and frogs ooze sound
But the heaviness, the hushness, the cushioning violence
Tell of monsters laying around
To feel the transition to winter from fall
Is not a temperature or petty sight
It’s a feeling, it’s heavy, you can hear it’s call
That strikes fear into the night
Fall is friendly though perhaps cold,
And the rain, a delicate drink
Winter grabs the wood in a breath blocking hold
Daring it to think
For that is the feeling, the feeling of waiting
Feeling watched, with eyes that burn rather than soothe
Breath held in panic, hackles raise and hating
Feeling watched in your every move
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
