fleeing to the sun

 

each year I forgot

how cold the January

wind was  --  how icy

the February air  --  how

gray and brown the land

became -- how dismal,

how naked and forlorn

the trees seemed -- and I

wondered -- how can I forget?

every year the chill crept

 deeper within me.

each winter the cold grew colder,

the sun drew further

away -- the world turned into

dry leaves, bones, withered flowers

Reviews

[BrownEyedWriter]

After every good poem, one thinks to oneself, 'If only it were a little bit longer' and that is the exact thought that crossed my mind on reading yours. As i read, I could almost feel my bones cracking under the winter chill, I could see vividly the greens and yellows of the landscape outside turn to grays and browns. This is an incredibly powerful poem and I positively adore it! Do keep 'em coming. :)

[annie lee]

Thank you.

[wordwarrior]

Just wonderful! You created two images for me here, both literal and metaphorical. Each winter seems to get a little colder and melt the inner self a little bit more.
Beautifully penned. Great expression of thoughts.

[annie lee]

Thank you.

[wordwarrior]

You're most welcome!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Winter, as both a season of the year and a season of life... I quite liked the imagery in this piece, and the questioning nature through which you write. How is it that we forget these things? I am guilty of it as well...and it can be applied to all aspects of life in general.

how naked and forlorn
the trees seemed-- and I
wondered -- how can I forget? -- great lines...I love the image of "naked trees", so fitting.

[annie lee]

Thank you. I wrote the first iteration of this when I was living in Saint Louis, and that first winter I spent there was brutal. All that served to push me closer and closer to coming back to California. But I think I'm going to have to buy a heat lamp for my tomato plants because this summer has been so cold and foggy!

[Rita L. Sev]

It is best to remember winter, so that spring will be properly celebrated. This is a wonderfully vivid write.

[annie lee]

Thank you, Rita. I have to say I don't miss winter, and I certainly so not miss living smack dab in the middle of Tornado Alley. shudder

[Mizo4]

lovely imagery, thanks for sharing

[Sami Khalil]

Withered flowers but blooming talent and words...Bravo...:)