Winter Blues

Simple words

Today, the sun laboured to barely half sky height,
a long summer's exertions seemingly wearying it's ascent
before it slid slowly to the horizon,
casting shadows long and eastward.
Trees that were lit like beacons
as autumn died its beautiful death,
stood stark, arthritic, naked,
their branches grasping for a warmth now gone.
A lone crow cawed, it's cry haunting
as it echoed through the copse,
before trailing off into the distance across fields now barren,
summers harvest long since reaped.
In the coming weeks, months, all will be dusted white,
crisp underfoot, as winter slowly, surely, takes hold.
I shivered, pulled my collar around my ears,
" roll on spring... "

Author's Note

Just thoughts as to what lays ahead.....brrrr

Reviews

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

I agree! Come Spring--quickly!

Fall did not do us justice in Ohio. No high colors yet.
Winter so dreary with the monotones and the chill.
You capture it here.

[Gee]

Thank you Josie

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

You're welcome!

[Lydia Shutter]

Far more than "simple words" here, Gee. I could feel the chill in the air as I read your imagery packed words. Yes, winter is coming to many areas now and many will long for that first warmth of Spring to return. Wonderful write. Lydi**

[Gee]

I really dislike the cold and would hibernate if possible. Thank you for our kind words Lydia

[Lydia Shutter]

As do I....and that is why I live in South Florida!

[Gee]

Although to old to be your son I am open to adoption !!

[Lydia Shutter]

LOL thanks for the morning laugh!

[Jacqueline]

I had the urge to grab my throw as a certain chill was in the air. Your descriptions are clear as is the writing style you have. I enjoyed reading this

[Gee]

Thank you..

[Paul Bell]

The exact words I said this morning when I had to scrape the car. Though there were a few expletives when I couldn't find the bloody scraper. Why do we always wait for a summer that never comes.

[Gee]

It's in the blood

[Gee]

Oops, cheers Paul

[Mirror]

Well, Gee. You did well. I didn't even checked this out until you came around my page. I wish WC introduces new poem elaborately.

You work is interesting... You maintain the flow, the focus, and the theme: Weather. Well done, Gee.

[Gee]

Cheers, appreciate the review

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Bleak, mournful fall imagery as harbinger of impending winter freeze. Great personification of tired sun and dying trees. Crow sounding a dark call- like Poe’s Raven. Ominous and beautiful poem. Going back under the comforter soon!

[Gee]

Me too. Thank you Annette

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Loved this, Gee my thoughts exactly! Born at the end of July, I crave the warmth of the sun.

[Gee]

Thank you Wendy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

not just weather-wise, but life-wise, indeed.

we try to stay warm, stave off the winter/death of our lives---
autumn is beautiful but makes us uneasy all at once.
j.

[Gee]

Indeed, we meet summer strolling, autumn at a brisk walk and winter comes quickly with well oiled roller skates strapped to our boots. Thank you Jacob, hope you are well

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha roll on indeed ..you are way ahead of the game Gee! ;) i have a feeling when winter does come you will not be pining for summer ..not at first anyway ..the serene deep peace of Winter's death state will inspire you ...:))) at first ..brrrrrrrrrahahaha!
E.

[Gee]

Cheers E....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A beautifully depicted, nay painted, portrait of autumn receding and being overwhelmed by winter. Both you and I utter the same Gee, I HATE winter.

[Gee]

Same as that. Cheers John