Re-Forming.

 

 

Re-Forming.

 

Comes now the in-breath of winter,
the back-end of warmth, the yin
of declining year.
The nap of nature, the slumbering,
the slowing of wheels, the song
of impulsive sleep.

 

Comes now the time for root retune,
the quiet withdrawal, the preview
of cold's intention.
The cycle of balance, the re-forming,
the begin of dwindle, the course
of need to reflect.

 

Comes now the calm of taking pause.
Comes now the recharging of paucity. 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Here in California, we haven't had much of a winter yet. Less than an inch of rain, yearly total, and about six days dipping down toward freezing. Otherwise, it has been mild sunny days. People not from here think we "have no seasons" -- they don't understand the subtleties we know to be the winter season. I've always wanted to capture what makes it feel so much like winter here, even when it's bright & sunny to the onlooker's eye. Your poem expresses it perfectly, the cold damp gloom that settles in & makes one's bones feel too withered to walk (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fay Slimm]

So pleased the read brought the subtle meaning of your own colder season to the fore dear Margie. Grateful thanks too for the interesting review.

[Neville]

I was gonna wait until someone brought me a mug of chocolate before making myself comfy and checking in ... now I need a double ............ you just nailed the onset of winter Fay, so ya did ............ top marks my fine friend n poet :)