Winter
poem by:
Julia Shaw
Written
on Dec 30, 2019
Winter I dread the winter's coming on The trees without their dressings I fear the winter's dark, cold moan Long shadows without blessings Bare tree limbs are upward reaching Where the sunlight ever fails I hear the sound of great owls screeching Trees look like witchâ€s fingernails I hate the cold that winter brings Dark, dank weather for each day It seems as if I'll never sing Or see again sun's lovely rays My body aches and hollow feels Blankets and fireplace are roaring on But to me they don't seem real No heat can reach into my bones Oh, winter will you last so long With dreary rain and colder mist Oh, how I wish that you were gone And Spring could put on me it's kiss
Tags: Sad, Rhyme, Depressing, Dark,
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Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 30, 2019 at 8:36pm
I love the imagery in this poem....Winter is my least liked season just like you Julia....â„ï¸....roll on Spring...
Roxanne Dubarry
commented on Jan 05, 2020 at 8:32pm
You and my deceased mother, would be bosomed buddies and pin pals.
She loved Summer, she loved spring. She loved warmer Autumns. But she hated the cold grey cloudy skies of winter, and the weather.
Epolfi Ticance
commented on Jan 08, 2020 at 5:50am
awesome poem. I'm guessing winter of the lack of love you felt at a certain point of your life. You are waiting for the warmth of spring which is a metaphor for the warmth of love.
