Spring blooms so that we may obtain freshness,
a vitality that comes but once a year.
Summer is our lethargy,
Which, burning and steaming our tired endorphins
is a drug we dose ourselves with to ignore our problems
Autumn is askance
arrayed in beauty of assonance
as it colorfully proceeds winter
Winter.
Is the coldness that seeps into a heart overflowing
and winter, though winsome,
is insatiable.
With it’s snow-covered promises and impossible roads
it challenges the most astute
Of springtime doubters,
As if to say
“Do not leave the house without a jacket,
pneumonia is only a minor weapon in my arsenal.”
Author notes
Another part of the Winter Collection.
This is dedicated to Robin Candor. Check out his poetry!!
Please tell me what you think
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Why in the world is the psychology of winter not included so far in the Winter Collection? I see the other pieces, but this one left out. Why? RC
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Caustic
To respond in like kind is always the goal. I am not certain how that response will emerge, but it will. The chill is a stranglehold upon so many things. Yet the chill is a reminder to me of things long since lost and never to be recovered. Though it weaves it way back into my life every cycle I know that its repetition does not mean the things that slipped beyond the horizon in the previous spring, summer, and fall can ever be recovered. They are only memories never to be relived again. While others run and hide to find shelter I often, without jacket will stare into a northerly gale as snow beards my face and I stand in near defiance of its brutality. The winter collection is an accumulation of a heart still be beating though its love may be lost. Ears that sting from both the cold and biting words, unforgetable. Numb hands that still seek to touch and feel. Blow my friend, freeze, freeze me out. See if I care. I will stare you down until the last heart beat embraces you and I desire sleep that is really only death. RC
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Agreed.
I need no further words. They are unnecessary.
You of all people seem to understand.
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Have you ever lived in a country close enough to the equator for tempratures to remain 70+ ? The insects there could yawn and swallow you by accident!
Winter has its place... besides, many a woman who did say "no," before the warmth of a winter fire, has changed their mind... springtime bares the fruit of warm, winter, activities.
Nicely writ,
John
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