Dead of Winter

 

'Tis dark In the garden
This time of year
Bland, barren colors
lack luster of cheer

No flowers
in the dead of winter
sxcept those grown inside
where African Violets still reside
with vivid colors alive
to my own heart's delight

A north wind blows outside
with it blustery howls
Nary a bird be caught in flight
as the cold white snow now
turns to crystal ice.

shady days are still short
and nights darker still
and a waning moon
disappears too soon, over yonder hill

My big black dog sits at my side
as I decide to knit for him a sweater
A token of love, in which I take pride

Earlier on I brought more
logs of wood in from the shed
just in case the power goes out
And as luck would have it
it did without a doubt

Now I'll light up this old fireplace.
Get cozy and a warm rosy glow on my face.
and wait for springtime to come about.

Reviews

[V. K. Harris]

This brings a warm heart to the reader, Beautiful write.

[Robert Luna]

This was magical in the way you sent my thoughts and imagination to this scene that you painted so vividly with your words. I felt the dread of a long cold winter. Wishing for springtime and beautiful flowers. You always seem to have the ability to take to place deep inside my own imagination to the point I am able to feel your words and not just read them.

Great Job!!!!!

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Great poem since it feels like 'dead of winter' where i live. brrrrrr

Great Write

[mattavelli]

This is great. I can't handle the cold anymore. I've been away from it for 9 years, and now 50 degrees makes my shiver. This brought back cold memories.
Have Fun.

[Fran Marie]

THanks for reading

[None]

Your poem is such a nice blend of emotions. After your vivid and chilling description of winter, your poem becomes cozy with your added touch of personality in the last two stanzas. This is precious.

[Legion]

Great visual of winter. I HATE WINTER THOUGH! Waiting for springtime myself. Still, good write. Well done.