Unrepentant
Rattle my window,
chilled of whisked icy wind,
and I in repose in warmth, enclosed,
smiling at the dark affray beyond my pane,
withdrawn from outside din.
No squall or ruckus beyond me,
shall distract my mind from beauty’s hold,
throwing words onto a page,
seeing how they mould and stay,
where thoughts embellish joy.
Warmth embrace this feeble shell,
at whim of nature’s scowl,
her frozen words do tell, so loud,
and I in opposition bleating sunny days,
joyous jaunts and better ways to be.
My room a fortress, my foe battering the walls,
and yet I refuse to comfort lose, or stall,
for winter cannot lose my mind, sunrise imbued,
and words will tell of beauty’s might,
to hold off all the dead of night, ensue.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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I so relate to this, Tony. I love winter when I can be inside. I like it among my comforts and soft light, while I let outside concerns float away. It is so wonderful how you can bring a mood or place so easily to your readers, my fine poet friend.
Too kind Phyllis, these feelings come as I am sealed in my winter tomb while the weather plays its game of veils. Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis.