Winter

Winter

 

birdsongs end as abruptly as gunshots

her hair turns from brown to black

20 degree smack from waking to sleep

spider dies mid-creep on the open porch

 

limbs of the oak; nude and proud

shroud of shame dropped to the floor

I adore her sturdy, sexy frame

shame is a disease kept for humans

 

laughter uproots from a deeper soil

than when sun boiled it over the brim

dark clouds are called grim, but, to me,

look soft as they wrap blue skies like blankets

 

you and I have changed looks as well

we meld like clay and water

a single vessel filled with warmth

who defies the laws of cold winter

 

we’ll sing until the bright birds return

we’ll creep the porch for the spider

we’ll stand naked and shameless

with the fair oak, and name each

 

black cloud that floats by and by

we’ll uproot the hardiest laughter

and bask in the glow of our love

and when the sweeter seasons come

 

we will yearn for the intimate freeze

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

limbs of the oak; nude and proud
shroud of shame dropped to the floor
I adore her sturdy, sexy frame
shame is a disease kept for humans

That is insanely beautiful. This whole piece pulled a sort of yearning from me in many ways. Excellent excellent write, tall one

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a rich mystery to winter... things hidden in its coldness... And here you not only paint the world in wonder, you connect your lives to it as well. Love growing and waiting for more... Passionate and powerful...

[OT]

wow! very powerful poem here RG!! one of the best I've read today without a doubt!! strong imagery - the play on notions - "shame is a disease kept for humans" - brilliant poem!!

[A]

amazingly touching, I really enjoyed, Well-done!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Deep deep sigh... How I wish such a poem had been written for me... but I know the one for whom it is written, and she is a very lucky woman :)
(She knows it too)