Winter's Child

Summer turns on the head of golden coin

I was never much fond of gold

Always preferred the coolness of silver

The chrome depths where winter lives



Gloom which sheltered me as faded away

And under the glare of heat I falter

I am of ice and sleet and rain

Of silent snows that fall in the dead of night


My mother is a blooming lotus

My father a silent pine

My brother and my sisters all

Golden flowers crawling toward the sky


I am no blossom or beautiful being

Only enduring and taking my roots deeper into the Earth

I reach not for the sun or clouds

But for the stars and lonely moon



I was born in a land of sun, sea spray and cloudless skies

How is it then, that I am made of ice, mountain, and sentinel pine?

Reviews

[Mia]

Hello…this made my top 10 favourites and that’s out of 84 submissions. How has no one told you how incredibly beautiful this is? With each line I love it more…there first stanza is where my heart lies truly!! Brilliant poem! The only suggestion I have is calling it ‘winter’s child’ and leaving it at that! Magique Jordan!

[Jordan Warren]

Really? Wow, that's so much more than I expected! Not enough exposure, I suppose. I've taken your suggestion and simplified the title, thank you! I'm glad you loved it so much, that is really all I can ask for as a writer. Thank you for this review!

[Mia]

it is their loss, truly! My pleasure!