dear winter

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass


dear winter,


the spell you cast

has rendered trees naked.


water licks beneath the ice

the world is still.


the howling wind swallows

the sun beams.


the biting cold seeps

under earth’s skin.


abbreviated days.

premature nightfalls.

tempestuous ocean waves.

the viral frost.

the shed warmth.


but dear winter,


we will decorate the grim days

with our ornaments of fervor,


with lights of new beginnings

with gifts of being,


maybe christmas was carved

into your frank heart,


to shelter our humanity

from the motionless anticipation:


life will spring again



how are you doing this winter?



16 Responses

  1. This is a very well-written poem; I just love these two lines:

    “abbreviated days.

    premature nightfalls.”

    As for myself, winter is my favorite time of year. In fact, for years I’ve considered moving further north, to an area where snowfall is more reliable.

  2. When I was living in country that has winter, I often has abundance of inspiration every time the winter come. And voila.. A poetry has been written.

    1. I’m so sorry I am late to this, I was away from my virtual world for a while. Still very grateful that you thought of me, thank you x

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