Winter

Winter

 

I can hear the birds singing

But I can’t see them

Calling for the sun to rise

From dark branches scraping the sky

Full of life they sound

Perched high above the speckled lawn

Clinging to sticks, crooked and bare

Formed of countless years trying

And mistletoe nightmares

 

Melodies bridge the breeze

Lonely corn fields of narrow rows

And a garden of sleeping blooms

Life waiting to be reborn

To paint the landscape with color

Bringing happiness to the birds

Singing anyway on the cusp of new

The edge of beauty near

As eastern horizons wake

 

Grey skies still cling the heavens

I listen, quietly to this music

As if their harmonies will lift

The loneliness from my heart

Chambered worries of what will come

Pulsating rivers in free flowing vistas

Counting minutes until spring arrives

And I whisper a sad good bye

But I will return…I will return

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Robin Thomas]

....alas Winter I knew you well... cant say I'll miss you but I will wish you god's speed....

I really liked your poem ;)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much. I truly appreciate your kind words.

[Sami Khalil]

"Pulsating rivers in free flowing vistas

Counting minutes until spring arrives

And I whisper a sad good bye"

As your words are born in beauty, life in nature waiting to be reborn in beauty. Grey skies still cling to the future landscape with color...Excellent./..:)...................

[Jack...]

Thank you Sami. I am glad you enjoyed this

[Sami Khalil]

I did. You are welcome...:)...............

[therisa]

Can feel the melancholy nature, of this poem, of a season, which has overstayed it's welcome, and the hope that a change of seasons, will bring to one's soul. Only a few more days, Jack, until this comes true.

[Jack...]

I can't wait my friend. Thanks so much.

[therisa]

Your welcome, Jack, and yes, I need to reminded that Spring is coming, as another wintery day gripped my corner of the world.

[Ken Simm.]

More the change from one season to another, I feel, Jack. Smooth writing without jarring notes. something to be savoured and lingered over. Despite the subject matter. An achievement.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much my friend. I appreciate your kind words.

[Addie Santos]

Jack, this is great. Too great.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Addie.