Not in Winter

I am the fog rising in clouds

over the blue of the mountain.

I am the slow chug of the train you ride

So sure of where your destination will lead you.

I am the last petal on a dying rose

clinging with fervor to its stem.

I am the reflection in the pond

surrounded by mammoth trees

rippling in musical waves.

 

Find me in the frail flight of a butterfly

Hear me in the dazzling fuschia of Autumn

In the bird calls of Spring

Or in the thick heat of a stifling Summer Day.

 

But do not look for me in Winter.

I will not be there.

Not in the white shroud of snow

Nor in the cool crisp blue of the sky

 

Winter is my time for mourning.

Do not look for me here.

Sacred is this season

Where February stills my heart.

Reviews

[Voltaire Mephisto (aka ..]

This poem reminded me of a sexy woman. I don't know why, but I could imagine her whispering this into my ear, intentionally trying to turn me on.

[J.P.O.et]

Wow, I am truly impressed and this one struck a chord with me.
I find myself reading this over and over and find it is deep and profound.
I agree with Tim's review below that there is such allusion to dread and sadness
without ever revealing. This makes the reader search and interpret for themselves.
The 2nd verse was real nice but I might suggst 'Feel me in the thick heat of a stifling
Summer Day' to kind of stay with the 'Find me, Hear me' and then 'Feel me'
Then there is the last verse which is just perfect and beautifull in it's sadness.

'Winter is my time for mourning.
Do not look for me here.
Sacred is this season
Where February stills my heart.'

Really glad to have found this one, I will shelve this one

J.P.O.et

[Tim McGovern]

amazing how you manage to convey such dread and sadness without ever stating why.

I like this alot Red
the deeper you dig, the better the poetry

Nice work

Namaste'
Tim

[Walter]

in my mind this is true romantic poetry. i adore the style (felt like i stole your diary and peeked into your late night thoughts from a strong independent heart). completely in awe of this poem it truely reflects how i envision things....