Thursday, February 25, 2010

Poem: The Sadness of Winter

The Sadness of Winter

Snow piles in the garden,
ghostly lumps of white,
vague, faceless, colorless,
robbed of life

by a winter season
that has stretched for decades,
help close by a belief
that summer is for someone else,

not for this place of deep north
that you have chose,
a place of winter,
unending, even

when color surrounds you.


A sad poem, but I am not sad. I am merely remembering sadness and how it can cripple.

Winter is hitting Vermont with a vengeance and my flower beds lie under feet of snow. But I know there are flowers underneath, like these, taken last spring. You can click on the image for a larger version.



willow said...

I have a teeny melancholy streak. Maybe that's why I love winter so much.

I think peonies just might be my favorite flower.

Margie said...

Beautiful picture of your flowers from last spring.

I could feel the sadness from your poem but I do love winter even though it can be quite dreary.

I enjoyed your poem!

Leonora said...

Turns out the deep north has come to Virginia this year and the months do feel like decades. I like your header photo with its brilliant green. It's hard to believe the land will ever look green like that again.