Wintershade

Wintershade

A Poem by David Scott
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Wintershade haunts me.

I fear the days when I am happy,

With only the company of the cat.

I fear the cold stillness of winter,

 

Where only the dryness of the crackling fire

Radiates her song, devoid of form…


So, for now, I will enjoy

Honking geese, as they mock

My inability to migrate.

I will enjoy the restlessness of fall.

 

Half bare limbs, fence with stately poise,

The rushing thrusts of autumn...

 

Rejoice with me.

Today, the dog is still alive.

Besides, when there is only a wintershade,

Contently stroking the purring of sleeping desire,

 

Who I am will have followed the baying hound,

Beyond the chill of the rocking chair…

© 2014 David Scott


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Winter confinement is maddening. The enlightened white winter snow when you look out the window, the bare trees and the freezy winter air all are joy killers, but rejoice " the dog is still alive" and the cats still mew. Animals are bestfriends too.

The presence of the rocking chair is something. It denotes nostalgia from an aging man...

Posted 11 Years Ago


 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your comments Belle.
Animals have always been close to my heart and a part of .. read more
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Pax
it was sad and tender to read. There are many things I fear but this cold stillness of winter is much more frightening... I donnot like the feelings it brought upon, perhaps I've been there but not deep enough to feel the haunting chills... this is really good mr. David, expressive and profound.

Posted 11 Years Ago


 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Thank you Pax...
Yes, I was in an odd sort of mood the day I wrote this.
The Winter of t.. read more
I enjoyed this work because it was not overly emotional or complicated. I also liked how you managed to bring some humor to cold stillness of winter. Thank you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your comments.
Actually, this poetry carries deep emotion for me. I understand .. read more
Kenaz

11 Years Ago

Too many writers, including myself try to use words that aren't attached to our original meaning, bu.. read more
 David Scott

11 Years Ago

I understood. Thank you for the complement. I tend to use too many "fillers" myself. Distillers are .. read more
Awesome poetry , wonderful writing , your words really captured what's being said , admiration for your talent :) :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words Tiger.
You're so in the "now" my friend, but observing the blanket of winter, already, missing the warmth of summer also, and living the fall... This was beautiful to read, because, it says how you stay in life, and it's how fearful new things (seasons in this case) may be, very stable to the as I said "now". Powerful words, beautiful poetry my friend.

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely comment. You understood my mindset well here.

11 Years Ago

You are ever so welcome my friend. :)
A vignette of that one frozen moment in time, sir? I have yet to meet Autumn or Winter - the closest being only to celebrate the mid-autumn moon festival in school. But the frequent changing of the seasons tempers the character of people living in it - something that we in the year-round sun drenched tropics will hardly develop. Foresight, anticipation, projection - it takes us some time to develop that. We only have two seasons: wet and dry, rain and sunshine. While we do prepare, those who live in the temperate zones have to prepare and adapt faster. We take our time. You have no option but to do it fast. So you freeze that moment now because things, relative to the slow and lazy tropics, are bound to change soon for the temperates. It is that frozen moment before you turn your attention to the impending changes brought upon by winter.

Posted 11 Years Ago


 David Scott

11 Years Ago

You gave me some ideas with your response...
Thank you for the reflective comments and the ins.. read more
Rachelle

11 Years Ago

Just taking time off today before the big plunge this weekend. Hope you have time to check out "No .. read more
Fall has a way of slowing us down and then we start to feel those bumps and bruises we have taken. This poem doesn't make me feel sad, though. It is a kind of inventory taking that we need to do so we really get to know ourselves. I found this quietly beautiful, David. Angi~

Posted 11 Years Ago


 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Oh good! I'm so glad you did not take this as a sad expression. It just is what is...
Thank y.. read more
Angi

11 Years Ago

You are very welcome. Nice to see you, btw!
 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Back at ya. ;)
Whoa.....This one is great..I enjoyed reading it..It expresses thoughts of those in their autumnal years..Growing old is definitely not for sissies..Thanks for your visits to my page..I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment..Sara

Posted 11 Years Ago


 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Thank you Sara.
I was feeling this write deeply.
Sunflower/Sara Kendrick

11 Years Ago

David,

I have those days myself..

Sara
The quiet resignation to the coming of winter and the quiet acceptance of lost love flow beautifully out of this poem, without sounding melancholy. Good write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


 David Scott

11 Years Ago

Yes! You get it. Just honesty, not melancholy. I do fear some things in life. I think we all do... read more

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