Winter Storm – When The Day Gets A Little Warm

Winter storm, when it gets too warm

The relentless pitter patter of rain

Slow and steady throughout the day

Razor-sharpened by the frozen air

Slicing through the atmosphere

As if everyone was listening; absorbing

Each drop carries the gift of sound

Unique as the footprint of a snowflake

Yet unformed and brazenly unafraid

Fierce screams and battle cries

And hollow haunted whispering echoes

Falling through the emptiness

Shadows cast from in-between

Daylight, yet the skies still dim

The darkening cauldron bubbling

Clouds gathering; crashing; colliding

Darkness kneading black and grey

Developing of a gathering

Angry thunder rolling in the distance

Seconds tick by and silent flashes

Delayed by the distance and time

Quietly deferring to the frozen gusts

Sounds riding the hardened wind

Icy fingers of frost slipping away

Messengers of the lands far away

Across the ground and through the trees

Sliding at uncontrolled speeds

Gnarled branches expose themselves

Old bark peeling away slowly

What remains falling to the ground

Welcoming ice and snow below

A dried leaf silently falling in a winding spiral

Dry and crumbling; at least for now

The fate no longer in question

While dampness permeates the world

Seeping into every pore and crevice

Cold to chill, but not ready to freeze

Landscape shifting from total white

Naked rocks peeking from hillsides

Dried yellow grass and wilted leaves

The hours pass and little becomes more

Spaces showing and water flowing

Unseen, he sun deigns a rapid descent

Grey quickly forms into total black

Winds rise in voice and speed

Drops are freezing; growing white

Some slicing, others swirling

Taking flight on this angry night

Another skirmish coming to an end

The more shifts back to little

Retreating grasses slowly disappear

Rocks hiding and puddles icing

Winter storm and temperature falling

Nightfall and it all continues

Drifting through the night,

Growing white…

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

7 thoughts on “Winter Storm – When The Day Gets A Little Warm

  • January 5, 2019 at 11:52 PM
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    Ah! The perfect storm – you had no misses, for it has everything. This brings back memories of the winter storms in Washington (PNW) I listened to at night as a child. I loved them as I snuggled under warm blankets. Great work, Ralph.

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  • January 6, 2019 at 4:31 AM
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    Ralph , I love a good storm , always have and this writing has me looking out of the window in anticipation !………..great one !

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  • January 6, 2019 at 8:13 AM
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    Like Ed I love a good storm and probably missed my calling by not being a storm chaser. Love this piece Ralph.

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  • January 6, 2019 at 9:10 AM
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    What a journey your poem was for me. I felt as if I was in the center of the storm as it creates/destroys and was left silent in the peaceful white of the conclusion. Well written and a great read. Thank you Phyllis. Jamie

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  • January 6, 2019 at 9:16 AM
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    Ralph I apologize I meant to say thank you for writing this poem and wrote Phyllis instead. I stand corrected and hope I did not offend. Jamie

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  • January 7, 2019 at 1:37 PM
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    Well that describes winter in New York to a tee. Excellent inagery as always Ralph. Well done

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