Winter's Coat

Winter's coat 

   is not yet fastened.

As I catch myself 

   yearning for 

the buds of Spring.

Reviews

[Gee]

Working outside I hate the cold and wet if winter, spring being my favourite season with all of the new life and lighter, warmer days :))

[Cherrie Palmer]

As I get older I find i don't mind the cold as much as the heat. But prefer the mild days of Spring and Fall

[Rick Puetter]

Yes, those delicate bud of spring seem the most attractive when one looks down the long darkening road to winter. Nice. Simple. Direct. Very nice.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Rick so very much :)

[Ruth]

Not quite yet ready to surrender to the cold, one should always hold onto hope, beautifully written Cherrie...

[Cherrie Palmer]

Good morning Ruth and thank you:)

[T.S. Ulmus]

The autumnal yearn for the vernal creaks of the crepuscular desire for dawn. May the dead trees become alive again.

Lovely metaphorical expression, a touch to the center of sentience.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love Winter's beauty and we are still enjoying the joys of Autumn here in the Ozarks, but I do look forward to Spring this year.

[andrew mitchell]

a gem of brevity, delightful read.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I enjoy trying to find short and simple ways to express a bigger moment. I figure I will sneak it into a story sooner or later.

[Dave Brown]

With a light covering of snow this morning, I join you in your yearning!

[Cherrie Palmer]

I'm ready to see Winter's work and fire up the fireplace.

[Chris Shaw]

Love the metaphor you have used here Cherrie and your posted image is a delight. A lovely little piece of brevity. Winter is not a season I particularly favour, but I take it as it comes knowing that the season of rebirth will be coming soon. All good wishes.

Chris

[Cherrie Palmer]

I don't mind the cold, but autumn and spring are my favorite.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherry... zi feel the same... I am
prepared for Winter, but with Indian Summer giving us a taste of warmth... I do have a yearning for Spring. gently, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes same here. I love a Indian Summer, and the beauty of Spring. But I will enjoy the beauty of the first frost just as much.

[Patricia Wedel]

A true poet indeed... to see the seasons as sonnets
to be written... purring like a kitten.... chasing balls of yarn in colors of spring, summer, autumn and winter white as snow. gently, Pat

[Marina]

Winter has yet to fully arrive and you are already missing Spring, it's so relatable. Personally, I am one to embrace each season of change and always look forward to the promise each season may bring. Your metaphor is well selected and very astute. I enjoyed the poem. 💛

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you so much. I am truly pleased you enjoyed it.

[emmajoy]

A brief yet full glance at.. whatever one sees around: a clear trail of words remembering that seasons, like friendships, have moods, amnesia, memories and emotions that never quite fade.. ..

' .. catch myself yearning... ' and that is what life and time is all about..

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love all the seasons and love trying to capture an essence of each. People feel and remember in the same fashion (little snapshots of emotion tethered to thing) I think that's what makes poetry so powerful. When simple words can open window to something bigger.

[emmajoy]

Perhaps select a moment seasonally wrapped then - wear it forever?