Frozen Winter World
Frozen Winter World …
The winter snow and ice,
has frozen nature in place.
Everywhere silvery-white gleams,
under a sky of metallic gray.
Then I often wonder,
how streams and rivers,
have frozen in quiet stillness,
but I know will come alive in spring.
I see in my mind,
how ducks and geese swim and play,
how tree leaves wave in the breeze
and fluffy white clouds roll by.
Before me winter’s statues,
of everything that once lived,
giving an artistic like loveliness,
to the snowy winter wonderland.
I understand it’s nature’s way,
and like others,
it too must rest and sleep,
but it makes me incredibly sad.
As much as there is beauty,
to every season that comes,
the stark white and grayness,
of winter make me weary.
I often think,
tell that to the duck,
who tries to waddle on the ice,
longing to swim in a stream frozen in time.
Tell that to any creature,
out in the cold vast wilderness,
looking for warmth and contentment,
longing for the spring
With more of winter ahead
and only dreams can take me away.
I look out of my window
and wish for at least one day to be different.
One day of frosty blue sky
and the wintry sun shining,
sending shadows across the snow
and rabbits scurrying by.
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I love that frozen stillness and quietude of nature in winter – it is so beautiful. You have expressed that beauty very nicely, Rasma. I enjoyed this poem.
Thank you, Phyllis, These are now all memories as I sit in the sunshine of Florida,
Some think that winter is the relentless freezing of water – those that do don’t like for the beauty that winter can bring. Your work here is very beautiful Rasma.
Thank you, Kurt. These are now but memories as I sit here in Florida but we do have a cold spell here.
Winter is beautiful like your poem Rasma, great imagery. I for one though am all done with the treachery of it all. The chills running through my bones I’ll pass on as well. Nice work
Thank you, Paul all this is now inspired by my memories sitting here in Florida and still wishing for a bit of snow.
It makes me sad too. For some reason the change of seasons effects me deeply especially when winter arrives. I still do not know why. I love winter sports and snow. Thank you for your beautiful poetry. Jamie
You’re welcome, Jamie. It’s funny in a way I am having a break from season changess here in Florida but now I miss even snow.