Sing Me A Song Of Warmer Days

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Through winter's cold and dreary months,
when black ice clings to hardened ground.
When snowdrifts linger in the fields,
when frost will kiss the thorny hedge.

When all around is stark and bare
and sounds of spring are far away.
I ask you sing a song for me
and play along on your guitar?

Remind me that the seasons pass,
that chills and shivers do not last.
For soon the soothing, warming sun
will come again and bring its cheer.

All frozen days will melt away
and you my love will still be here.

Reviews

[AYVID N]

The harshness of some seasons robs life of its love. We never quit hoping that the love of our life stays on through sickness and adversity. So relatable are your feelings here, Chris. The description of the starkness of winter is very vivid and adds to the weight of the message. Another great poem from you, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks DIVYA, as the end of January approaches, and my sad January anniversaries have gone, I look forward to spring.

Chris

[kitty]

Beautiful. Warming and so with the season. Brings fond memories of warmer days into the equation. Winter is another of the seasons that has its wonder and exquisite fascination.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you kitty for your lovely review.

Chris

[kitty]

My pleasure!

[Stella Armour]

A lovely love song as we look forward to spring.
Get January out of the way and signs of spring are everywhere... even the light is different once spring is near...

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Stella. Nnot long to go now, and I will be more than thankful when it arrives.

read moreThank you Stella. Nnot long to go now, and I will be more than thankful when it arrives.

Chris

[Robert Trakofler]

The sincerity in this poem is so lovely it makes me want to sing you a song!! As usual i love your rhythm & rhyme flow, the zen of which is so apparent in your writing style. I get the feeling you, like me... think in rhymes after a morning of write and yours comes across so organically.

[Chris Shaw]

Bunny, I do sometimes speak in rhyme. It amuses my family and yet I can't help it. Go ahead and sing that song will ya. Many thanks for checking in, hope all is good with you.

Chris

[H L Rose]

This poem hits hard.

The imagery in the beginning captures the reader perfectly. I especially like the second line “when black ice clings to hardened ground.”

“sounds of spring” is a great addition to the second stanza and so is the detail of playing along on a “guitar”.

The third stanza is a fantastic example of how the seemingly cliches used in this poem are use in such effective and strong ways that they don't feel cliché. Seasons passing, chills and shivers, and a warm sun bringing cheer feel like commonly understood concepts yet at the same time this poem depicts them in such an honest manner that they don't feel like overly stated concepts and it wasn't until I was re-going over the poem and analyzing it that it even occurred to me that may be simple concepts. It goes to show just how strongly they've been conveyed.

The last two lines are what drives this poem home to me. They pull at the heartstrings and have been so perfectly set up by the first three stanzas.

I have really enjoyed reading this poem. Many of your poems have the ability to convey specific emotions powerfully. It's such a fantastic skill.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much for your detailed review. It was much appreciated. I may be able to write a poem but I certainly can't review one with the skill you do. That is an art itself. So I am saying we'll done to you for your awesome review, one I will remember. Pleased you liked the poem.

Chris

[H L Rose]

Thanks! I'm glad it's appreciated! Always a pleasure!

[Dave]

This is so lovely. You describe the bleakness of winter so well. I enjoy winter, to a certain extent, but even more so Spring and the warmth of summer. What a joy is be able to frolic in the bright, warm sun. Aaaah give me the warmth.

Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave, pleased this one brought you a little warmth. It's bloomin cold here today, I can tell you. A cold wind blowing.

Chris

[Dave]

Brrrrrrrr! The cold is often bad enough, but the bone chilling wind - ugh!
Take care -Dave

[Gee]

Lovely.
Won't be long now Christine, warmer weather will be here in a couple of months( fingers crossed) :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Gee. Can't wait for that warmer weather to arrive. I am always happy to see the back of January. Always look forward to spring.

All's good with me, hope the same for you.

Chris

[duck]

seasons come and go and we will soon be in warmer times but your poetry is staying put and will whether any storm and that's just like your love. it will still be here.

[Chris Shaw]

What a lovely review. Many thanks duck. Have a great day. QUACK QUACK.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

We do need love when the days and nights are cold.
"All frozen days will melt away
and you my love will still be here."
I agree with the above line dear Chris. Spring will come. Hope, sooner, not later. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Coyote, I am not a fan of winter cold. I'm a spring gal.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the Spring too dear Chris. Very cold in Michigan. You are welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

Keep warm Coyote.

[john l smith]

We are in the shade of a mountain for about 3 months each year, but Feb. will bring the sun to us.
I can't help you with the guitar and I can barely whistle a tune, but I am all for warmer weather
I could hum!

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Dave. Yes don't ask. Sleep eludes me :) It's not long till February when you shall have some sun. You can hum me a lullaby if you like to send me back to sleep (lol). I love the warmer weather. Thanks for checking this one out.

Chris

[john l smith]

I'm not sure I can hum loud enough, but if you listen hard enough??
My condolences

[Chris Shaw]

I think I can just detect a little hum winging it's way over the waves. Thanks Dave. Take care.

[Lorry]

Ahh, I was just this minute out in the garden, sipping coffee and even grumpy me has to agree the place looks magical right now. Whatever is going on, the path in the garden looks like a billion diamonds, shimmering away like a unicorn burped all over it. Its all ice crystals and almost luminous, and for once im not minding the minus silly degrees it is. It will pass and once again spring will save us and the other seasons will follow. One day I might even look back at the time I had a diamond path :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Lorry. It's silly o'clock and I'm thinking what the hell is Lorry doing in his garden with his coffee mug at this time? Your path sounds a delight though. Gets pretty when it's cold doesn't it? Thanks for checking in.

Chris