Best Nostalgiawinter Poems
It’s cold
And I long,
Really not feeling well.
It’s winter while I
Touch you within the snow.
My thoughts race me
Horrifyingly toward you,
The pain,
I can barely overcome.
It’s the bluest winter,
Like your eyes, my dearest.
And it feels so warm,
Just as the shadow’s
Riots never reach your side.
When your body’s
Not twisted
By butchers that don’t
Know the meaning
Of love, of weep.
It’s winter in our souls,
None the less,
May it be summer in
Your cheeks as
I bare you in my mind
Like this prayer.
In my dream we usually
Hide like my
Personal orison.
It’s winter and
My soul’s so hollow,
I cannot even dare
To speak.
I’m still longing you, my brother.
© 2010 Stefania Carmen Misaila
The revelations of winter pass now,
the captured moments of vertical strife,
the stanchion of paper white birch forests
rigid on the black scratch board of rocky hillock
soon, these markers of winter will be hidden.
The milky froth of frozen ground water with its
watery tresses falling in a downward slashes
passing over grey granite cliffs will disappear.
Brave bits green will spring,
rising succulent and sucking, hungry
as the red tipped maples tonguing the foggy air.
Winter weaned from the austerity of fast.
The still white tombstones marking the hill
will be hidden behind verdant forests of poplar,
beech, maple and rampant evergreen.
Each structural element, each under pinning
pining for the cloak of spring,
craving an end to the cracked and chapped existence,
longing for the robin’s song, and the worm’s rise.
Dreaming of golden dandelions
as the rain tinkles down.
Let me tell you about the coldest winter ever. I thought the snow would continue to fall
forever. A blizzard came through and snowed us in. I caught the flu and was delirious for
an entire weekend. The electricity was out and no doubt all was lost. It seems we could not
overcome the frost. Kerosene heaters could only do so much. Everything in the house was
ice cold to the touch. We were so cold, we did not even have a desire to eat. Huddled
together, fighting the weather with our body heat.
The winter was so mean, and just when there was a sprinke of hope...we ran out of
kerosene! And cold water equals bad hygiene. We eventually ate saltines for protein. We
would shiver under the covers thinking we were gonna freeze to death; but we discovered
warmth in our hot smelly breath. During the night we used a flashlight. Being out from under
covers our bodies would be attacked by frost bite.
On that last morning at the crack of dawn. The snow was melting and I could see parts
of the lawn. We were all physically, emothionally drained. But the cold still remained. I
then knew, that too, would not last forever. But it was still the coldest winter ever.
Note: Constance la france wanted to feel the chill of winter for the contest "Let it
Snow" ...Read on but don't get frost bit...lol