Almost Winter

How does the approach of winter speak to your life?

Almost winter

Almost winter coldness beckons. Winter extends her hand,

Pent-up Wails will be subdued no longer for it is coming, the blast of fury

Frosty winds will twirl to the dawn.  Above cloud banks accumulate.

But for now moments of placated calmness pass in submission.

Sparkling sweet memories remain. We walked the sands glory.

We were embraced by a crown of glittering cerulean ocean waves.

Our toes felt the beach’s embrace with each warm grain of sand.

Spring was our love. Tulips and budding flowers had their way.

Only for awhile: Were we lulled to sleep within the dream?

Even autumn was gentle. Her multi amber tear drops fell in gradual chill.

Nights grew cold, Mornings too. My garden tomato leaves curling.

Make ready. Prepare. Nothing stays the same.

Rise and fall of winds swell between rain showers: Are we listening?

The seasons, always changing, moments of unbelievable beauty, dazzle.

Our souls hold each imprint of yesterday.

Time and again like a short visit to a holiday location

A place of true belonging we never wanted to leave.

It feels like a forever song pulling the heart.

Clues within brief wonders tell of true home.

Is Heaven speaking somehow?

What does this life long for, this heart feel?

There is a stirring within every nuance of nature’s charm.

Lord God Almighty I am listening!

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Oh, here I am reading about winter with summer tip-toing up our garden path. My gladiolus are a foot tall and waiting the June sun to bloom. But I feel both positive and negative sensations from the author on Winter's arrival in the piece; much like my own response. I'm a child of December and Christmas is my favorite season but the cold weather still makes my old bones ache. I wonder if I'll ever see a white Christmas. It snowed on my birthday one year and it seemed like such a special blessing. Perhaps I wouldn't love the warmer months so much if my arthritis and bursitis didn't remind me why every winter. I enjoyed the read.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Fabian,
I see by your above picture you have a little one in your life. That adds even more to holday times like Christmas. Winter is a mysterious on wild time. The weather makes us hide by the fire and watch out the window. Your not the only one feeling the changes as the seasons pass. Bless you so much!
Kathy

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Only now seeing your reply. Yes, my daughter was an unexpected late life blessing. But I've told her that she is fortunate to have more experienced and often more patient parents than some. Our neighbor's kids parents are not much more than kids themselves and the children are feral. They are always telling us horror stories about their behavior. I'm of the opinion that my job is not to raise children. I'm raising responsible adults "from" children. My eldest daughter is forty with four children of her own but she still stays in touch even though she is nearly 5000 miles away. She calls to ask advice or share stories or just to talk and tell me she loves me. THAT is the reward of a job done well, a connection and trust that nothing can sever. I just pray I'm around to see this fatherhood job to its fruition. Some days I wonder. Blessings to you, my friend. Fabian

[andrew mitchell]

How the seasons have a period of rest before rejuvenation although summer is getting too hot for my liking. I do love autumn and winter rains. Lovely imagery Kathy.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Thanks Andrew. There is a special something in each of the four seasons. Interesting how many people find these four periods great inpiration in writing. Thanks for giveing a little of your own personal input. I love to sit in my car, eyes closed and feel dry, safe and listen to the rains symphony.
You take care.
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem dear Kathy. Winter is almost done. I need a warm day and the lake. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Thank you dear Coyote,
It is nice to be here. I think Iv'e missed it. Blessings and thank you.

[Betty Hermelee]

Hi Kathy: vivid imagery splashes all over this stunning poem about changing of the seasons and not wanting them to change because each one is so unique.... listen to the leaves rustling, the birds chirping, the wind sweeping across the plains... listen carefully and you will remember each one and each one will have something special, a new inspiration....appreciate each season, breathe in all that you can and keep it close to your heart...
Warmly, B

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Betty Hermelee,
I loved all your descriptions! Each unique way of expressing how some of creation's facets communicate to you. So fun to see how an individual connects with the outside world. The birds can be really fun and at the same time fascinating and wonderful.
Thanks again for inspiring me and wish many inspiring moments too.
Kathy

[Betty Hermelee]

I'm glad you liked my inspiration! And you're very welcome!
Warmly, B

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Absolutly Betty, till next time.

[Miss Sharon]

(Make ready. Prepare. Nothing stays the same.) Ah yes...as Emerson wrote...Nothing is permanent but change. You've written of it well. ~Sharon

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Miss Sharon,
With the world about us, all of us and then in my own life and the people and circumstances it has been becoming a little more unsettling. I appreciate your input on this matter of permanence-impermanence. Thanks so much
Blessings to you as always,
Kathy

[John the Baptist]

Beautiful imagery in this one. But for all the beauties noted for each season, we are reminded they are not here to stay. "Nothing stays the same" is the most important line in the poem. Perhaps we should apply this wisdom to our own lives and the things we value. Appreciate them while they're here and be ready to let them go when the time comes.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

John,
Your point is well taken. (and be ready to let them go when the time comes.) What is gone is no longer real but in our mind-soul-thoughts-heart the life still remembers. How difficult it is depends on so many things. Thank you so much for your coming and commenting. it's neat to see people use this forum this way!
Bless you.
Kathy

[Arundass TP]

Lots of scenic images in this poem. Good work 👍

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Arandass TP,
I hope that it brought an ability to imagine, to see with your heart. As I surly did with mine. The beauty of God's creation will always bring joy because of beauty.
In every fragrant breeze,
curling about my soul.
Sweet presence of peace.
Kathy

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊

[Kane Hagwood]

The seasons never seem to last long enough. Just when you're getting comfortable with one, the next rolls around, whether you're ready or not! And although nothing might last forever, perhaps the most important piece of who we are does: the love we share with one another. Thanks for sharing your poetry :)

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Kane,
Seasons are a given in and out of ourselves, nature, relationships, family. This is a short list right? Kind of amazing how everything does come in cycles one way or another. They can be long or short. You understand I think. Thanks for your great review.
Blessings,
Kathy