Welcome Winter

Saturated and full

Dark, heavy and low

A lingering storm cloud

Promising snow to the below

 

Leaves fall into dance

As they descend from their trees

To the rhythm of the wind

Of cold and crisp degrees

 

Summers blossoms

Prepare for rest

Beneath the blanket

Of winters guest

 

The cycle of the seasons

The time has come again

Make way for new things

Let the transition begin

 

Winter is upon us

A time to heal and repair

Reseed and regrow

Spring blessings to share

Reviews

[John F Carver]

Such a friendly look at winter. Not much left of the feeling now though. But that last line makes me wonder. Is spring actually a blessing? I mean, we only get back what we've lost? Was there something in your poem to trigger that? I don't know. I love all the attention winter got and rightly so for that is what the poem is about, but to merely mention spring with it so near...? Was that intentional? It works. And, that's what counts. Good job.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Keeley, another nice piece. Light and timely as we all shake off the cloak of winters grasp. Two small suggestions. Last line of first stanza Promising snow to the below perhaps just promising to snow, else it sounds ponderous. And first line last stanza should be about winter's ending whereas upon us indicates it has either just arrived or we are deep in mid winter?

[Mary Christabel George]

Cold helps to heal scientifically for physical injuries so good it would be if it is for internal injuries to. Winter can be welcomed with open arms for our own good.

"The cycle of the seasons
The time has come again
Make way for new things
Let the transition begin"
this is a beautiful stanza...

And the conclusion is pretty too -

"Winter is upon us
A time to heal and repair
Reseed and regrow
Spring blessings to share".

[B-poet]

Very distinctive and creatively eloquent. Nice take on the changing of the seasons from winter to spring. Great job. :)

[MoriartyMesa]

This was sad and yet full of a light i do not think i could describe.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

I adore poems about the seasons! Damn I cannot wait for spring, thanks for the read Keely!