If not, Winter

It has a hidden meaning in it that I will not reveal because I'm mean like that sometimes. Good luck, everyone. This one's for you to find out by yourself. (Picture not mine).

If not, winter

As a blanket of white falls softly to the ground

If not, winter,

As slow-moving snow drifts without a sound

If now, winter, let it be summer

If not, winter, let it be spring

Although autumn sounds faithful,

When leaves lie upon the ground, lingering

An honorable taste of winter snow

Covers bare tree branches with white winter coasts

As if from polar bears or white winter foxes

When the moon does not need to hide, but gloats

For days had passed, then months came

Of winter snow again and again

Blankets and blankets of coated ice,

About some more, and then,

On one cold day,

The sun bursts out in radiant light,

Breaking the sky,

And everyone thought, it just might

Calm the winter storm

And torrents of stormy rain.

Clear the ground from the white-like chalk

Bringing joy, no longer pain

Now that the sky breaks the path of darkness

Leading the way for life and light

As snow melts at a fast depreciating pace

And spring comes again with lawful right

That winter obeys, along with the snow

Until the curse of white floats away

Into the ground,

Alone and shrouded in disarray

Until the sky spills light all over the ground

To make way for plants to grow,

Like oil on canvas,

Illuminating the image with a heavenly flow

Until the rain is gone,

And the snow, melted into the void

Until all signs of winter and snow,

Are gone in an instant, destroyed

If not, winter

As a blanket of white falls softly to the ground

If not, winter,

As slow-moving snow drifts without a sound

If not, winter, let it be summer

If not, winter, let it be spring

Although the seasons come and go,

Joy is what winter will always bring

Author's Note

I wrote this with a special hidden meaning in mind. Can you guess it? I don't know, but anything that has to do with clarification on the form and style of this poem will be answered. Oh! And don't forget to tell me what you think of it. This poem is full of many messages, if you can guess them all!

Reviews

[Lizanne]

A brilliant and beautiful writing. Much to decipher. It is as if the seasons are in discord and out of sync. Such as life can often be. Sometimes I felt as if you were speaking of the global warming and the effects it may have if left unchecked. You provide the reader with a lot of deep thought. A very skilled work of your poetic pen.

[H.]

It would take a few readings and a few pensive thoughts to unlock every meaning. But I always stick with my first impression, as it's the meaning to which I relate the best.

My common self saw this as the bottom of the cycle in life, at the end of a failure or a disappointment. And it seems like a quite ode to patience and faith that one will find balance in life--bad and good, fortune and misfortune, cold logic and livid passion...

On a "macro" scale this seems much like an awakening to that which is most divine to the subject. that could vary in others' cases, but for me it revived memories of a sort of Epiphany and subsequent awakening to my purpose, my identity, and the true nature of nature itself. I love a poem that can relate so well as to remind the reader of one of his own more intimate experiences.

Well done overall. A few lines seemed a bit pushed out but that's common in a first draft or a longer work. This is going in my library for sure.