Monday, May 22, 2006

Almost Winter

Almost winter.
Leaves crowd the grounds,
the trees almost bare.
It's cold, and dew appears,
with misty blankets,
the habits of the household.
People are sleepy, hovering inside,
or more adventurous,
briskly walking,
rustling the leaves with
their boots as they go.
The sea looks
chill and grey,
green vegetation
gives way to starkness
of wood,
and stone.
A quiet time,
of fruits now hidden,
making odd snatches
of green all the more
lovely, looked for,
yearned for.
Yet the Winter is not
without its gifts,
as they are there,
only not so obvious,
and give way to
self-care and
Lovely it is to
hide, blanketed
in Winter's cave,
and then come
out like a blossom
in the Spring,
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.


At 7:01 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Oh, Monika, you have outdone yourself. This is a wonderful poem ... one that describes so well what we all feel at the onset of winter, but are unable to explain. You have found the words and they are perfect.


At 8:27 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

I was just so inspired, I thought there must be a reason for this season, other than being cold. I am so thrilled, because it just happened. Must be something in the waters here at the Hermitage, huh? I have been really enjoying your poetry lately, very much:-)

At 5:04 PM, Blogger faucon of Sakin'el said...

So many people only see sadness with the coming of Winter -- a different life to be sure,
and I miss the soups and stews already while standing in
BBQ smoke

At 1:14 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

No sadness for me with the approach of winter. I love hibernating for awhile. Beautifully crafted Monika.

At 3:07 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Faucon, what an interesting comment. I know what you mean.

And Heather, what is better than wool that starts with 'w' like winter, a woolly rug to keep warm under. A treat,and I agree with you, I think we need the hibernation.


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