Winter solstice.

A welcome change.

Summer at my back. Winter all around
How I hate seasons reasons for change
Even summers sunbathing warm is spoiled
By the knowledge of stolid winter
Plodding slow but sure behind
My sybaritic self deplores a low slung sun
Peeping at a scene limned in snow
I need richness of colour. I need glorious hues
I need my body toned by the sun's gold
I need to turn warm and luxurious
Not shivering and frigid in winters moiety
Nor watching the deepening sleet
Take the edge off all that is solid
Do you know there are people who have never seen snow?
It is as strange to them as Martian dust to me
On the other side of the world my facsimile
Is dreaming of cold and snow and ice
Thinking how all of this would be nice
While my spirit sinks with a watery sun
Below a grim horizon

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Happy new year Bryan. It is lovely to see a post from you. Winter is my least favorite season. I do like snow but only when it first falls. I hate the bleakness and non color . Everything has such a drab outlook. Your poem sums up that well. Roll on spring because that is my happy place.

Chris