Waiting to Thaw

It snowed the other day and it doesn’t normally snow here.

The coldest days blew in with the winter winds.
A biting chill, so harsh and so sudden.
Life seemed to slow to a stop, frozen in place not knowing when the sun would shine again.
It’s absence is jarring, yearning for the warmth that was once so familiar life without it does not seem possible.
The leaves have fallen.
The trees now bare.
But amidst what feels to be sullen times, the clouds take notice.
Loosening their grip on the skies, allowing the sun to peak through to bring hope that life will one day return.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Enjoyed your story.. not sure I see the rhyme?
But I still liked it
Thank you for sharing,
Lisa

[Mr. C]

Thank you Lisa. No rhyme for this one. I was caught by the moment and sometimes things just come out. The picture and the uncommon snowfall coupled with my current issues with a certain person of interest ended up in an 8 line poem.

[William Michael Reeves]

I liked clouds losing their grip on the sky. You're on the edge of some metaphor here. Keep it up. I don't get much snow up here in Seattle either. Glad winters done.

[Mr. C]

Thank you sir. Spur of the moment. The picture was part of the inspiration as well. Snow is a rarity but it came that day. It was a cold few days really but it coincided with the same situation related to other writings.