Winter Night

Another venture out into the night

Winter Night

slow footfalls here where

cold penetrates as a

desperate question...

good to be alone

with the street

welcoming winter dark...

moon glows soft

above quiet houses...

street strewn with leaves

frail as creation where

seasons move in

an endless circle...

George Coombs

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

How nice it is to walk at night and be at peace with the world; to see the lights in stranger's houses and wonder who they are and what their joys and sorrows encompass; to view street lamps as Dante' did Virgil, leading us through the maze of shadows one halo at a time. I enjoyed this.

[George Coombs]

Thankyou very much fabian, its good to hear from you

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My pleasure indeed. I enjoyed my visit.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Clever use of alliteration and assonance. I also like the .......'s They make the meaning linger on. Loved this poem.

[George Coombs]

Thankyou so much Astri,

[Zyphril]

This took me to a place I haven't been since I was a child. Powerful imagery.

[George Coombs]

Thankyou Zyphri

[Karen Redburn]

An easy and peaceful read. I love the way you describe a serine scenario such as a dark cold street in beautiful language instead of cold and hard. Great read, cheers my friend!

[George Coombs]

Thankyou so much Karen,

[Karen Redburn]

You're, most welcome my friends!

[Phill Oz O'fee]

The crispness of solitude enjoyed on a winter's stroll - brilliant poetical interpretation - bravo and season's greetings :-)

[George Coombs]

Thankyou Phill, seasons greetings to you also

[lightsong]

Yes! so good to be alone like this, to feel the quietude, let it penetrate through our whole senses... while the nature speaking, deeply, wisely magically... "the cold has a voice... it talks to me!"... simple few gentle images, yet completely Splendid! Thank You*

[George Coombs]

Thankyou Light, its good to hear from you

[lightsong]

You are welcome :)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Beautiful, beautiful! Excellently and gracefully written poem with superb imagery and simile- “cold penetrates as a desperate question”- brilliant line. Winter comes blowing bleakly in as a bleak part of “an endless circle” of seasons. And we, as mortals, watch.... Perfect poem!

[George Coombs]

Thankyou so much Annette,

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You’re welcome George and I wish you a wonderful Christmas!

[George Coombs]

And you and yours Annette

[Alistair (Ali)]

Good read!- I'm from Tunbridge Wells!- used to love getting down to Brighton!

[George Coombs]

Thanks Alistair, good to hear rom you