'til once more the songbirds sing

The onset of winter

Winter came not meek nor mild
but with hoare frosted, bellowed breath
that coated all with thin laid ice
sending autumn to her death.

Whilst a waning sun, by summer spent,
rises barely roof ridge high
as armadas of grey galleons
sail 'cross an ever darkening sky.

And fallow fields neath purest white
trees petrified and bare,
are an epitaph to a season lost
and the beauty she did share.

I inward say, " farewell for now,
farewell 'til the birth of spring,
let me slumber deep, silently,
'til once more the songbirds sing"

Reviews

[roniO]

Beautiful poetry. Thanks for sharing.

[Gee]

Thank you for stopping by

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is a beautiful poem about winter. While the arrival of spring is a rebirth, winter has a beauty of its own. Each quatrain is beautiful in its own right, and I honestly couldn't pick one over the other. They go hand-in-hand from beginning to end. Well done.

[Gee]

Thank you Linda

[Lisasview]

Hi Gee,
Checking in to see if you might have something I have not read… but alas there is not 🙁
Lisa, in Spain

[Gee]

Hi Lisa.
You might enjoy " A mothers passing" or " Give me to the summer's breeze"

[Lisasview]

Thank you, I will check out both for suer..

[Pete]

a feast of words, imagery and feeling. beautifully done. poetry at its finest ... :)

[Gee]

Cheers Pete, high praise, I'm flattered.
Thank you.
Happy New year

[Zoe Richardson]

This is beautiful! Sometimes I wonder if I am the only person who truly enjoys winter. I don't mind the cold, love snow, and feel energized by the dips in temperature. This is a gorgeous homage to life's renewal, and I enjoyed it thoroughly!

[Gee]

Thank you Zoe, appreciate you taking the time to pop in and have a read :))

[Ken Simm.]

This is so true especially in the driech Scottish Highlands now.
Excellent atmospheric poem.

[Gee]

Thank you Ken

[M]

I really like your poem, especially the armadas of grey galleons sailing across the sky. You descriptions of the changing of seasons bring both a sad and hopeful tone to your words. Seasons die, and the next season is born. I appreciate your skill with the rhyme and words.

[Gee]

Thank you.
Not a great deal of skill just simple rhyming words that sound okay, not forced, when read aloud.
I think some folk try to hard when writing rhyming verse

[Davidgeo]

They say a deep winter is coming for the entire planet. (due to planetary axis tilt overr huge amounts of time, the world gets cold and then warm and then in the middle.... and back again)

Are you not glad that we die so young? The catastrophes, we are lucky to live and die during the extinction events.

I am sad that we die so young. Over such a short timeline we can never appreciate the meaning of deep time. It's like trying to describe a cheetah from a donkey fart. this might sound weird but.... I really love that about this place. No one is free until they are forgotten. Nothing is set in stone before it is remembrance.

Welcome to hell Gee. You've been here for a really long time already... it's nice to see a fellow.

[Gee]

Morning Dave. 8 years this Christmas my stint in the cafe, 8 years of the coming and going of all manner of characters. I don't visit or post as often these days but still enjoy a read even if I do not post reviews, this irksome to some folk!
Hope you are well Dave and have managed to stay off Santa's naughty list :))

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“And fallow fields neath purest white
trees petrified and bare,
are an epitaph to a season lost
and the beauty she did share. “
Gee, your poem is written in such beautiful, classical language that it becomes a treasured gift in itself. Vivid stark and wintry imagery chills as it should. Beautiful rhyme, cadence, alliteration, metaphor. All summed up in a truly great write my friend.

[Gee]

Thank you Annette

[Soren]

A beautiful poem about the change of season. Descriptive and vivid images and allegories that paint a clear picture. Very nice.

[Gee]

Thank you Soren