The Winter Write

Gone are the days of sun,
the warmth of tender embrace,
and clouds so free, their white sails
across infinity’s play, as
my heart dwells in freedom’s array
of possibility.
Instead the cold damp intent
of winter’s ploy, no way enjoyed
for its gloomy countenance,
but inside the fire crackles with intensity,
my heart aglow with sustenance,
a needed relief from the chill.
Accept I must the repast of morning’s plight,
cold and wet in duller light,
and here I write, to allay my yearning,
the sun so lost from my discerning,
buried under blanket grey clouds,
eternity’s frowning sky.
The drizzle upon my window pane,
rivulets of tears for summer’s loss,
at cost the silent nestle-in cold,
where birds hold back their song,
burrows brim with living throng, and I
in hibernation strong, typing my soul away.
Focus I do within my mind,
the thoughts rushing like streams flooding,
and warm those thoughts project
beyond the weather, tethered to my chair,
I find symmetry, a telemetry of purpose
that soothes my weather yearning.
Soon those window panes glaze
and memory serves my turning,
chill to warm resolve, to absolve my pain
and hold those halcyon days
in sweet refrain to inspire,
each word of my absolved empire.
The world yields and write I must,
where words and phrases take flight,
and thoughts transpire then be replaced
as if sifting the chaff, and truth erodes
my assumptions posed,
to uphold a mind in creativity.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
My books link for review and purchase
- Brutal Night - March 30, 2021
- Like a Breeze Recalls - March 27, 2021
- Torrents - September 5, 2020

Even in the cold days of winter with grey sky, the master poet finds inspiration to write and share. Inspirational and great work, Tony. Take care.
Many thanks Phyllis, yes nature has many moods, but all an inspiration in some way or another. Cheers!