The Winter Scene

A poem depicting a winter scene and the effects of winter on the earth and the soul.

                        The storm is coming, but let it come

                        Let the snow cover everything

                        Lands will be buried in white powder

                        Nothing will escape winter’s grim assault

 

                        Trees covered in snow, bent and broken

                        Yet they continue to stand and fight

                        Against the pain, and grow still

                        Despite the weather’s persistence to destroy

 

                        The sky is heavy, violent shades of blue

                        A deep fog sets over an open field

                        Tall street lamps illuminate the darkest scene

                        Casting a cage of shadows to lock you in

 

                        A frozen pond in the dead of winter

                        Life lies beneath, waiting for spring

                        Birds leave home, and fly south

                        Leaving nests unguarded, abandoned children

 

                        A lone man croons at the blackest hour

                        Snowflakes dance on his withered body

                        They fall on his tongue, cold and wet

                        Layers of frost bite his pale, wrinkled skin

 

                        The moon is almost full, a pure white

                        Surrounded by patterns of scattered grays

                        Among the yellow grass lies blocks of snow

                        Survival is thin, the orange sun kills slowly

 

                        The earth is reborn as spring arrives

                        And the sins of winter have been forgotten

                        Fresh fields are filled with golden promises

                        And second chances, new beginnings

 

                        But seasons change, and spring will not last

                        Winter will come back to tear it all down 

Author's Note

Please be critical, I've never really written poetry until now.
I know it needs direction...any advice?