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

[xx_strawberry_xx]

Nicely done. Everything in the poem flows really well. You described the images so well :D

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Wonderful flow, and beautiful images grow here...although Winter is dead...beauty still grows

[sarah]

This is amazing really great you did a wonderful job writing this it has a very wonderful flow to it, great work!

[Dilan Gray]

I like this poem, the images are beautiful and described really well. Great job!!!

[Arsenic Nemesis]

Very nice job, the imagery was fantastic. This is absolutely stunning and well shown, great job, keep it up~

[Tommy]

I like the imagery of this piece, very expressive of your surroundings; Painted me a nice picture of you walking home. Better hurry the sun fades quick, and tighten that scarf, you will catch cold. I am still looking forward to your sonnet. Send me a message when you've finished it. I think you will like the challenge of pieces like that. At least I do.

Nice Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Jibey]

Simple sights often inspire and the words here create a picture we can recognise, and a message that tells a story

[Moflo]

This was great. I liked the descriptions a lot and I felt such strong nature elements that could hold close to human emotion, very Robert Frost-esque. Nice write.