A Whispered Winter

A poem about winter...

It's leaves quietly falling; a thick oak wrought its ghost on the forest floor.

Wind whistles through the glades, a bite in its mouth and a chill on its back.

With every step is heard the tiniest crunch on the frost encrusted earth.

Children that once played by the edge of the now icy pond are inside now.

They enjoy the warm hearth by the fire as it crackles and pops with the flames of heat and life.

Huddles of birds start straining their wings to find warmer air, where the cold never reaches.

The earth all around is silently preparing for the season, quietly whispered in the air.  

Snow, frost, ice.

Winter has come.

Author's Note

These are poems I enjoy doing because of the imagery that goes along with it. What do you think?

Reviews

[Nik'aule]

Beautiful... who was the poet who wrote about nature way back when? Walt Whitman? It's funny how nature relates to life and when such a talented poet as yourself pens nature so eloquently we can see the parallels ever more clearly. Winter brings me the emotion loss of love first; whether that be by parting ways or death.

I like this line best.. "Huddles of birds start straining their wings to find warmer air, where the cold never reaches."

Since for me, this poem renders emotions, the image of birds straining to find warmer air is like love fighting to reignite within a cold and withered soul. Thank you for sharing your art. Will be back to read more.

[CarolynLewisPoe]

its amazin lol this is not carolynlewispoe this is fluffy lol the pandabear lol

[G. K. Bostic]

I think it's fantastic. Gorgeous imagery - almost enough to make me love winter....almost. ;)

[Kelly M.]

Beautiful imaginary... you are quite a poet with great talent! :)

[Naomi Garland]

I think this is a very good poem!

[James Paulin]

My favorite words are huddles and ghost because they open a box. I wish there were more boxes opened with such a beautiful theme and topic.

[Alex Caine]

Amazing. Your imagery is fantastic; there's so much emotion that seems to be hidden between the lines. I love that you've managed to convey the cold, quiet, and the desolate feelings of winter. This is a very powerfully written piece; I like it very much. Nice job :)

[Joe]

This is a very pretty poem. I like how your use of contrast in "Children that once played by the edge of the now icy pond are inside now." Beautiful poem. The picture fits nicely with it, as well. Thank you for your comment on my poem, as well.