Winter's Preserves

The winter blast did wane.
As the New Year welcomed the sun,
and the Northern Brute did sleep.
Making us windless all the day long.
The weaver’s web gleamed with frost,
preserving dreams with each passing star,
and with the blushing beams of day,
hope for Spring is cradled.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

I love winter, as I can sleep more. Good poem.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Arundass

[Lorry]

Well, we can only hope your words are a foretelling of a milder winter and I for one shall be crossing fingers, knees, toes and ears that your words become a frozen foretelling of better days ahead.
No matter how hard I try to hibernate, I still wake up, needing to pee or be fed! I just can't figure out what I'm doing wrong! 😊

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I really enjoyed this. well done

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you 😊

[Ken Simm.]

Such an apropos write. Well constructed and meaningful.

[Sami Khalil]

Preserve things for Winter, jellies and marmalade, honey and cider, canned goods and soups; we may need them when the weather gets rough and we can't go outside.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A lovely write. The seasons change. Everything does. We do our best to endure and adjust. We must endeavor to persevere. After all, what chance do we have against the weather? Thank what powers that be for the advent of central heat and air conditioning. Soon it will be summer and we'll all be wishing for the cool of Spring and Fall.

[Cherrie Palmer]

You quoted from one of my favorite movies.

[Robert Trakofler]

I hate to be prejudiced... I honestly do, but I must be honest in saying I always find myself longing for the "next" whether it is from winter to spring or summer to fall I find it is so easy to get caught up in the "what isn't" and not see the... what is:/ I have to shake myself and slap myself in the face, to pause and look about me for the beauty of what is always right in front of me just waiting to be seen in the scenes right before me whilst I ponder "the next!" hmm... interesting what this little poem made me think about:)

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) the simple joys of now carry us forward while waiting on tomorrow. :)
I'm going to write another poem about hopes and dreams put-up for later.

[Chris Shaw]

I think most of us are cradling thoughts of spring Cherrie. We have a lovely winter day today but it is bitterly cold. Your short poem is filled with hope for better days. Beautifully penned it is too.

Chris

[lightsong]

Yes my dear, even Winter holds warmth and hope, to welcome the New Year with this feeling is the best to do... lovely and sentimental.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Cherrie. I need a Spring day. At least two more months for Michigan. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Cherrie.