And Winter Comes

I am back in Edmonton again...Here is the sequel to "Summer Is Dead"...

Frosted ground is snowy white

Luminescent in the night

Cold pale moon, in big sky grows

Cloudy gloom, filled with snow

Creeping silence across cold square

Flakes now falling, in streetlamp glare

Blue and black are now to grey

Bringing light to end of day

Tree and ground now covered white

Quiet clean in dim twilight

Houses now in row of dark

Surrounding silent, snowy park

No sound, no movement, on silent street

No blades of grass beneath my feet

Only gentle crunch of first winter’s snow

As it comes now, with cold wind’s blow

In city of massive night that roams

This city now, again, I call my home

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

We don't have snow where I live these days, but I remember it well as a child in England, and your poem brings it back to me. I think that mention of it crunching underfoot is what tripped my memory. Thirty years after leaving England I travelled back, and got caught up in the worst blizzard they'd had in years. The house turned into a refrigerator, I ran out of coal, and a kind neighbor supplied me with a few bags so I wouldn't freeze to death - which two young guys actually did that night when returning from the pub in shirtsleeves in a heated car, and the car broke down. They decided to sleep it off in the car and one died of hypothermia, the other very nearly so. But of course more pleasant memories come back from childhood, making snowmen, throwing snowballs, and tobogganing. Nice imagery.

[Kris Tate]

very good. I really wish I was there with you to feel all that somewhere other than in my head

[DollFacedKiller]

Very good hunni.......I felt like I was there. I love letting my imagine loose on words like yours here. Obviously it helps when the words are as good as your lol xx

[darkgurl]

I don't like snow, it's cold We are suppose to have snow here by friday. This is a wonderful write, thanks for sending it my way.