The Chill Of An Early Winter

 
There’s an early winter in the air

But tis’ naught from the ending of the fall

The leaves have yet to turn their golden reds

and sail through the early morning mist   

The eve arrives late, beckoning the children to play...

Before the darkness cloaks the moon

 

Ah, the early winter is in my heart

My spirit feels the chill…

It comes from the emptiness inside

Like that of a newborn babe who wakes ...

Finds the warmth of his mother’s bosom is naught

And cries for the nourishment of the suckle

 

 Tis’ the emptiness of a broken heart I feel

Yes...

The chill of an early winter

 

         LadeeAnne...anne p murray...1989                   

 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

It comes from the emptiness inside
Like that of a newborn babe who wakes
Finds the warmth of his mother’s bosom is naught

Your use of winter to describe a broken heart is really good... those lines above are a great way to describe loneliness.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like early Winter. The weather is cooler. The days seem to slow down. Your description made the photo come alive.
"The eve arrives late, beckoning the children to play before darkness cloaks the moon."
A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote