The Frost of Siberia

The frost on the window-pane obscures -

blurs the snowfall and the beckoning night.

I drink to the pale flurry that ensures,

that the world that was, is long out of sight.

Shadows engulf these corners and crevasses,

only for the fireplace to weakly chase them away.

Gazing into dark wine, I see Winter's tresses;

falling over the pine needles, glittering like day.

The wind is asleep in the mountains, distantly - 

in this forest, the air is crisp and still.

A softness settles; phantoms cold and lonely,

and yet there is disquiet in this numbing chill.

Hiding in the dust and creaking cedar stair, 

the remnants of madness have crept into the wood.

I hear him crying for solace, feel his mind tear -

in this frozen land, an Emperor of falsehood.

There is her presence lingering idle on the hills -

cradling the stars, reflecting the moon of blue and white.

An Empress of crestfallen grace, ice that lies and fills;

a wraith to roam my halls and vanish at first light.

Author's Note

An. Yer.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of description. Make the place come alive to the reader. I could feel the coldness of the place and you made me have visions of needed safe place to be warm. Thank you Anna for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Dwayne J. Keeves]

Very well composed. It sparks an adventure.

[Diane]

Feels like I was there. I myself love winter with its crisp air and all. I am not sure what i am to get out of this poem, but its kinda trapping. Great job.

[Suhd]

Simply amazing. Can't tell how pleased I am after reading this. Keep sharing :)

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Oh how it seems ice slips and slides, solidifies the warmest of hearts, but only those who know its secret really see the beauty behind the frost.

Yes, she bites and nibbles, but like all glands on our skin, seeking a disperse, a secretion of its true beauty. Do we notice? Of course not, too busy finding love in the colors, as white and blue are turned over on the first page of the book no one ever reads. Yes, Winter truly holds the deepest beauty one can find

[Relic]

I'm sure there's more behind this and my interpretation is off but I see someone in an old home seeing ghosts that once lived there.

That's a crappy way of saying it but anyway.....Awesome writing.

[Anna]

Thanks for that interpretation. It is a compliment. :)

[Damien Ridge]

Beautifully written. It flowed well and I enjoyed your use of words. "the remnants of madness have crept into the wood." Loved that line the most. I'm very visual and that paints a cool picture. Thanks for sharing!