Monster of Winter

Blinded by darkness.

Forever a banded by the light.

Nature was all I had.

Breathing life into my body.

Touching the soft black soil.

Feeling the sun warm my skin.

But all too soon it turned dead.

A coldness covers the land.

ICE REPLACES MY BONES.

Snapping with every stride.

What monster has taken hold of me?

This shall be the monster of winter.

Author's Note

something new

Reviews

[外人 (Gaiji..]

great identification with nature :)
though you picked on my favourite season :P

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

Oh, this is unique and great:)
Excellent!

Ashley Rivers--Dream BIG and you'll win BIG:)

[just is]

Winter is the biggest season for depression. I like the part in the bold printing. Such a truthful feeling. Well written write..love it.

[I'm Just me:)]

this is a very special poem its amazing! shows how talented you are ;)

[Chesney W.]

very beautiful....imaginative and great!

[joshua deathdealer]

Your very talented. This is a beast of a poem.

[Lina Grey]

Ah perspective. What a strange thing. I saw Opposum's idea of how your poem represents your yearn for summer, and contrastingly Coyote Poetry's comment of how winter can just be unlikeable. Honestly, I agree with both. Your poem seems to speak nostalgically about winter and the changes in the world as it approaches, and about the unpleasantness associated with winter. Wonderfully inspiring piece. Thank you.

[Opposum]

dude this Coyote Poetry guy is everywhere. I allways read other review before I review so I can see what Others see in poetry and He allways says the opposite of What I'm thinking, cause I'm not seeing the whole "aww sad face I hate winter!" thing I see more of a "aww whered my summer go" cause obviosly you love nature and what not though of corse im sure you loike winter in some aspects too so awsome poem I love the Imagery and feel

[Sleeping Maiden]

Love how you took winter!! Winter can be like this... but i actually adore winter. lol. =)
I love your imagery. Perfect. Great write!

[Coyote Poetry]

Winter can make us feel cold and locked in. Winter does slow us down and allow us to think. Your poem brought back the cold days of Winter. A outstanding poem.
Coyote