I Burn Too

winter is bad for me

on summer months, the night doth fall,

whilst twilight brings the crickets call,

and of winter, winds are telling,

carried in, the chill, soon smelling

crisp and dry, as leaf on tree

all of this, i plainly see.

and though my heart begins to ache,

to see the bare limbs sway and shake,

i cant deny, it must be said,

to see the leaves, ochre and red,

gold, as sunbeams, bright like fire

quells in me, some hidden desire

some need fulfilled, deep in spirit,

and still im finding, that i fear it,

autumn fire, 'cross dale and hill

the time is coming, as always will,

for the cold bite of winter harsh,

to encase the land, and too my heart.

Reviews

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This reminds me of Poe . . . very well written. The imagery is mesmerizing and hypnotic. Left me with a cold chill, running down my spine.

[Wondering Mind]

Excellent poetic talent and skill. A most wonderful weaving of words.

[Priest Rada]

I LOVE this poem. The imagery is complexing and I love how it makes me think about all those times that I've gone for walks in the woods looking at the Autumn foliage. I'm saddened by the fact that you seem to fear the coming of the "autumn fire, 'cross dale and hill" I love the Fall (and I mean that as a double entendre) and the change in the leaves in the seasons. I find Summer nice, but I love winter more myself, but Autumn is my favorite season!!! Kudos on the lines:

whilst twilight brings the crickets call,
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to see the leaves, ochre and red,

I have written something along these lines a hundered times over the years in my journals, I love the crickets' love songs outside my window at night!!! Keep up the great work, I can't stop reading it!!!