Winter

He's here again
Winter
Icing up the parlor window
Blowing cold through
Ancient cracks
He frosts my plants
I'm passed depressed
Cannot gather effort
To move them back

Presently
Spring will come
As she is wont to do
And Winter he'll depart
The eternal cycle thus
Restarts
Yet this time
He'll hold his ground
And wait it out
Cold so cold
Within my heart

I'm dwelling on it
Why that is
What has changed in me
To make it so
I'm not the same as when
I was
Burnt beyond ashes  
Inside
Still I'm not certain that
I want to know
Who I was meant
To be

Maybe it's years piling up
A more impending doom
Perhaps that last dream
I lost
No, I think not
I'm sure I'll get through
The ache will melt away
Like morning frost
I need it to happen soon
But it's not to be

You see
I got wise
When I woke up
Today and
Realized
No matter
What I want
What I try
No matter what
I do

I will always be
In this place
The winter of my life
A me without a you

Reviews

[Joyce S. Greene]

A very sad song, Brian. I believe you've moved beyond this gloom now and are appreciating life again. Spring does always come and no matter your age, you can rejoice in the world and its beauty. Your poetry is a gift to us all, and I'm sure creating it gives you much happiness. Write on!

[ba_mcfarlane]

thank you for such kind words. I wrote this while renting a place in this huge century house in Stratford. I had the parlour, the window was the original one, and huge! It was a bitter cold night, I moved my plants from the cold , then wrote this all in one shot. Long time ago. 7 years?

[fjgale]

This is so deeply honest. The part about being burnt beyond ashes inside and unsure about wanting to know who you were really meant to be really touched me. Moving. Honest. Beautifully written.

[The White Wolf]

The last stanza brings me to a standstill...so heartfelt and full of sorrow. This is a beautiful pieces of art, my friend. From start to finish, I went through the waves of emotion with you. The feeling behind this was a powerful one.

[Cherrie]

letting go is never easy

[patricia]

in the remembering..the sorrow. beautiful. thanks.