Winter
poem by:
Ann Parks
Written
on Dec 12, 2016
Black lace shawl branches the sky behind them white. Yesterday at dusk a swansong of colour carnivalled in the sky: pink blue gold and orange for precious minutes only then suddenly all gone. Dark by four yet with that a comfort to be huddled up in warmth with time enough for meaningfull projects and none of the flighty yearning for just being outside for no apparent reason : the lure of summertime. Christmas - that mixed blessing time of sad missing and remorse time of treats and gratefulness time of ice and biting winds time to remember excitement of Christmas Eves long ago the day always felt so special so precious. How long since I saw my grandmother's face heard uncle's silly jokes! January blizzards time of frost and snowdrops money streched thin but hearts hopeful. Summer is fleeting and it may not seem it but so is winter. in time there comes a realisation that days have grown a tiny bit longer. Soon the black shawls will be transformed anew with shell pink petals like taffeta ruffles on edwardian dresses which herald the miracle we take so for granted: life, renewal, beauty.
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Martyn Grindrod commented:
Love the timeline aspect
Christopher Russon
commented:
lovely poem.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Lovely poem, I've never experienced a white Christmas, so thanks for that.
Edward shields
commented:
Confusing?
Chris Cleverly
commented:
Really liked how this flows but slso reads nice as a four part poem.
Arch Angel
commented:
Seems like I'm watching a movie instead of reading! Imagery is fantabulous!! Amazing...
Frank Hornby .
commented on Jan 10, 2019 at 11:24am
Love this poem.......you have a magical way of painting a picture in my mind...by just using words.....I really love your poetry Ann....
