Snowy Recess

Snowy Recess

…and I love it, a nook of quietude

In the snowy evening amidst the stars

My chilled breath weaves among the branches

and plots going upward, to the interlude

Of silence proffered, not screeching cars

Nor insolent watchers, no circumstances

Just me and the woods in this passive tale

A cabin of cedar with hearth and hale.


I say with a spot or two of herb spiced tea,

it calms the arctic chill in my hoary lungs

The snow keeps us home, and we love it, see—

Everything beautiful and bold to be

Comes alive, intermingling on frosty sums

The night is young, and we light the Christmas tree.

With sonorous glees then laughter that fills the room,

and hearth fires burn hot, with maple perfumes—


My soul burns smooth as distilled hope is consumed

In subtle hints of nutmegs and cinnamons

Where rum is the answer, unknown the question

With clinking ice pods I’m sure to be doomed

Tonight though, my freedom taunts my discipline

But alone here the quiet becomes my concession

No runners or punches, just rocks and a glass

How time is sluggish and the world comes to pass.


In one momentary lapse comes the azure sky,

A prelude again of wonderlands to come

How the sun attempts to melt the meringue knolls

And to justify existence, it edifies

The need for hot and cold to sooth the tongue,

To warm the lungs, a cup of cocoa for the soul,

My snifter washed then dried and lastly cached,

The time for libations has come and passed


With the sunrise in morning comes wanted stillness

Robins chirping as though they missed the migration

while the sun has impassioned their little bodies

the java replaced by chocolate is so guiltless

and I’d be amiss if I didn’t find that elation

as a panacea needing to be embodied

Like clockwork though the sun struggles anew

As the nimbus brothers in the sky renew.


The blanched militia army falls from the sky

Parachutes of ivory so largely distinct,

Yet persistently strident of their approach

Their patterns of chaos were of movements spry

And in the muted wilds, so hard to predict

Though, through frosted windows they still encroached

Their immersion now was inevitable

And though this soul shall not be swooned, it is able—


Darkened clouds swindle the stage from the sun

behind those clouds emerge these lucent darts

So ominous when they come to fight the trees

So lethal to us fleas like a spider web spun

their shards diaphanous; so quickly they depart

my heart ablaze from what my eyes can see

how treachery and beauty are synoptic

when both are lain close in the same panoptic.


Yet a fleeting glare from a lonely candle light,

In tapered clarity, it appears like diamonds

Are flooding the landscape in seditious waves

Overthrown, the ground endures, on this frost night

Each soldier scantily-clad in ashen silence

One goal in mind to plunge towards their earthly graves

Slaves of their patron mother, her name is nature,

She cares not the cause, nor who performs the labor.


In the pale recess, like a gossamer bed sheet

The creator smiles from a distance, his favor

Gained by nature, and I witness all of this

From the cabin steps, my cup again replete

With marshmallows and whole milk fusion to flavor,

Savoring the unruffled repose, this placid bliss,

Even the creaking underfoot cannot ruin

This rapture amidst the bad weather brewing


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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

7 thoughts on “Snowy Recess

  • January 5, 2020 at 11:16 PM

    “… a nook of quietude.” Oh! how inviting – to just cuddle up with nature in a cozy cabin in the snow. Great work, Paul.

    • January 6, 2020 at 4:13 PM

      I need this right now, just a little space and some peace away from everyday life. Thank you for reading Phyllis, glad you enjoyed and agreed with it.

      • January 8, 2020 at 2:42 PM

        Jamie was working on a short story that expressed what I have dreamed of for a long time – to have a TCE writers retreat and talk about our writing, inspiration, help each other, etc. How fun would that be? All best wishes to you, Paul, for a blessed New Year with an abundance of love, happiness, and success in all your endeavors. Take care.

  • January 12, 2020 at 12:03 PM

    Paul by far one of the better poems I have read in awhile. Your imagery works miracles as if each stanza brings with it comfort and joy. I will return to read again and again. Thank you Paul. Jamie

    • January 13, 2020 at 5:08 PM

      Oh thank you so much for your kind words and praise. I’m glad you enjoyed this poem.

    • January 13, 2020 at 5:09 PM

      Me too my friend. I’m glad you enjoyed this.


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