Winter's Embrace

my thoughts and feelings of this seasonal time of year.

Winter's Embrace 

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

I wonder as the world melts 

Against the window on the wall

The curtains draped bell shaped 

Like a theater stage revealing a play

These opaque reflections haunt me

Dreary dreams of monotonous calm

Moments grey in numbing slumber 

time moving arduous through nature's woe 

Making me appear ghostlike inside her

A residual memory of existence 

Her aqueous scent conjures indolence 

Weighing heavy upon my tired soul 

I purse my lips against the glass to kiss her

We meet within this dissonant twine

Her touch reminds me that I'm alive 

While she appears, frigid, melancholic, diffident

She has stolen my serendipitous smiles

Yet enamored by her in all these raindrops 

I will chance my last breath to hold her

Once more in winter's embrace

Author's Note

Feel free to comment or leave your thoughts on this poem. Thank you for taking the time to read this work.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

The conductor stands. Instruments held in the ready for the curtain to rise.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Cherrie for your sweet comment on this work. We are very much like conductors and words are our instruments. The song will flow as we choose it to. And it will be left to the audience to revel in the art , or despise it. But we as writers simply do the work out of our profound love for it. Your art is a fine example of this. Thank you again.

[Redding]

Liked the rhyming of words. interesting poem

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you for sharing your comment on this poem I really appreciate it. Writing about nature for me can be a struggle because how does one capture such beauty in words. There is always a sadness to Winter for her season is always a bit dark and gloomy. But there is also much beauty in the season as well. From the fall of snow, to the teardrops of rain. Thank you again for your comment.

[Lisasview]

Love this Carlos..
Can not say which line I like better...
They all flow majestically.. one line to the next.
Winter cold is never wonderful.
The line beginning with the words Moments grey..are so wonderful..
From your first line I was pulled in..
I do not like it to be so cold and lucky for me have always lived where the sun usually shines.
Lisa in Spain..

[Pete]

wow. as i read this we are in the throws of winter's numbing chill.

I will chance my last breath to hold her
Once more in winter's embrace

very deep write. well done ... :)

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Pete for your comment on this poem. About the only thing I like about winter is the rain it brings. I'm not a fan of its cold. Haha. Thank you again.

[Miss Sharon]

(I will chance my last breath to hold her Once more in winter's embrace) A very beautiful closure to this amazing write! Much enjoyed! ~Sharon

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Sharon for your thoughts on this poem. I have had this piece for a while and worked on it during the storms we have had here in Nor Calif. It really started to come together watching the rain pour down my bedroom window. Thank you again.

[Arthur Crow]

Very well written and expressed. I am a huge fan of the chill, this spill of words honors the haunting beauty of winter.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Arthur for the kind words on this poem. I really do appreciate it. If I may should you have time there is a piece I wrote called The Serpent and the Holy Man. I feel its message may resonate with the kind of work that might interest you. And in all honesty it is a poem that best reflects my views in art. Thank you kindly again for your words.

[John the Baptist]

Well, old Mother N. can appear frigid and diffident, but that's winter for you. Wait until February, the dead of winter, when the gloom has held sway for two months. When I was a crisis counselor, my unit got more calls in that short month than any other month, with the exception of August, when the uncomfortable dog days have been in charge for an extended period. It's just Mother N.'s way of telling us, "Stiff upper lip, suckers!"

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you JB for commenting on this poem. Being things of nature ourselves we sure do echo her moodiness. We move through the world and in time with our own emotional seasons shifting within. Thank you again my friend for sharing your thoughts.

[Tania Mo]

Winters were never my favorite but this is a lovely poem. The weather is right for remembrances.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Tania for your kind words. And you are absolutely right the weather is right for remembrances. Thank you again.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

If I could find a way to put winter into word, it would just be all of what you wrote. ‘Moments grey in numbing slumber’. I had no idea it was possible to describe winter so perfectly and realistically. The writing is so strong and not only does it just read as winter poem, but a sort of poem about the coldness of another individual, which is just another layer you added. All of your poems have such depth to them, but I was impressed by this one, still! Thank you for sharing.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you so much for this very nice comment. Fall is my love but winter my mistress. I love rain and overcast weather. The scent of it and how it seems to numb the senses. This was a bit of a love letter this this season and the way it has always touched my soul. Thank you again I really appreciate it.

[MidnightStar]

Quite the deep write here... The careful use of literary devices - not in excess - it gives a sense of introverted seduction whitin the inner depth of one's soul... There are layesrs to cut through in this poem, from the surface , barely sensing it, to the actual "kiss" - a comtemplation of a hidden emotion. A very well composed piece of poetry that feeds ones imagination beyond the norm.. A great read and share indeed... Thank you for this opportunity...

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this poem with me. I really appreciate it. There is absolutely nothing I can add that your insightful comment hasn't already revealed in the creation of this piece. I always strive in my writing to elicit an emotive response or wise thought within the readers mind. One that will resonate in their heart. Because it is in that place that we as artists can change a person's view or perspective of the world around them. Thank you again.