January's Gale

A winter poem

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

January’s Gale

Stray winter leaves

On the trees

Whisper as they

Blow in the breeze

Don’t leave

Please, don’t leave!

 

As January’s

Gale groans

Her hollow moan

The witch’s lone

Black cat scatters

As I travel home

 

While the Sun’s

Descent begins

She nods at me, she grins

For she’ll lead my whipped body

To my road’s end

 

 

Author's Note

I actually was hiking Saturday at a park close to where I live. The wind was blowing and I noticed the brown stray leaves blowing in the wind. Made me think of this poem. Funny the places you find inspiration in, I was just walking around in a bunch of dead leaves with the wind blowing.

Reviews

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

A poetic soul is blessed to draw Inspiration from anything and everything..!!!

Good one..!!

[Abbie]

every were is an inspiration

[Undying Glory]

nice work, and i really love that picture you've added with this one. this was a great poem and i just love the vivid imagery here too, this was real good work.
"While the Sun’s

Descent begins

She nods at me, she grins

For she’ll lead my whipped body

To my road’s end"
now that was a great stanza. nice work!

[Michael of Gilead]

wwwhhhoosssshhhhh!

[E.H. Monroe]

the begging of the final crusty leaves not leaving is a powerful initial hit. and as the cold sweeps in which is described beautifully, you manage to give it some unexpected emotion in the running.

So preeettyyyyy

[Angela Mulley]

This is a lovely poem with great imagery... well done!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

What a great poem! the imagery you implanted in your poems is so vividly beautiful to the mind!

[KAREN]

This was really good. The imagery was great!

[Poetic Beauty]

This sounds like the start of a scary short story. You have done a wonderful job with your flow on this poem and the imagery is easy to picture in the minds.

[Coyote Poetry]

Winter days at my age leave me in the house except for food and work. A excellent poem. When I was young. The cold weather didn't bother me. Too many years away in the warm states made me weak. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote