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

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Had it not been for your walk we might have never read such a great poem. wonderful job.

[Tina Kline]

I really like this, great imagery of winter in this poem. Winter can be pretty as well as harsh. Fantastic end result of your inspiration.

[Mauricio Montoya]

I'll be glad when summer is here. cool poem.

[JanieB]

Lovely poem.
I like the colour silver you have used to write in, as it denotes winter so very well.

[Cynthia]

how beautiful is it! You have writtena great naure poem! Nicely flow, and its is so cool! The imagery is really fantastic, and yes, amazing job.
I think the picture you show is really cool! Match the poem!

[HopelesslyDevoted]

observing the world around us is a great way to create poetry when we are looking for inspiration.

[Dische]

Beautiful poem of nature, itsnot very often I read these but this was great! Good job

[Short.Nerd]

Beautiful! Amazing job (:

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Beautiful work. Its so cold...
Cold and beautiful.

[Linear]

Not so strange, a cold wind blows the final decaying leaves all around, they often dance without any sound, leaving the mind to fill with natures inspirations deep. It's another lovely poem