'til once more the songbirds sing

The onset of winter

Winter came not meek nor mild
but with hoare frosted, bellowed breath
that coated all with thin laid ice
sending autumn to her death.

Whilst a waning sun, by summer spent,
rises barely roof ridge high
as armadas of grey galleons
sail 'cross an ever darkening sky.

And fallow fields neath purest white
trees petrified and bare,
are an epitaph to a season lost
and the beauty she did share.

I inward say, " farewell for now,
farewell 'til the birth of spring,
let me slumber deep, silently,
'til once more the songbirds sing"

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

An atmospheric poem on the changing seasons.....

I like the way you share this in an emotional way..

These are my favourite lines:

I inward say, " farewell for now,
farewell 'til the birth of spring,
let me slumber deep, silently,
'til once more the songbirds sing"

Nice write fella...:)

BB73

[Gee]

Cheers, glad you approve

[John Sullivan]

It's mid-autumn in my neck o' the woods, winter... she'll be here soon enough. I just think of how peaceful it is when it's snowing... that eerie quiet that takes hold.

[Gee]

Love it when a good snowfall, like a giant muffler dropped on the world.
Thanks for bothering to...

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Nicely written. And I, for one, am more than ready for Spring. I've been in hibernation long enough. I'm like the old bear wanting to get out and see the other side of the mountain. Bless, F.

[Gee]

Me too.
Thanks Fabian

[Kelly Scheppers]

This resonates of sadness to me, and reminds me of something Keats would have penned.

[Gee]

Thank you Kelly.
Hope you are well

[emmajoygreen]

' Winter came not meek nor mild .. but with hoare frosted, bellowed breath .. that coated all with thin laid ice .. sending autumn to her death.'

Such a chilly start but amazing meter, Gee. Plus the same in the second and third stanzas, Your phrasing and the canvases you've created are quite something, sir. THEN ... there's the final stanza, beautiful yet = touching on tragic, an emptiness highlighted til that final phrase., '... til once more the songbirds sing"' choked me up for a few seconds, Reminded me of the empty skies and lack of sounds.. seem to have been going on for so long, too long. Imagine we're all needing earlier days, shorter nights and floods of light.

[Gee]

So, so pleased that you enjoyed. You are one of few who I have sought(in my wee empty head) acceptance from since landing here as a fella unsure as to whether his simple words would be read and liked:))
Hope all is well with you EmmaJ

[emmajoygreen]

I felt the same way, Gee. Takes a while to settle anywhere - known or otherwise - especially when trchnology is playing games! The 'feel' of your writing is always sincere and that's worth a dozen more academic pieces. Best wishes to you and your lovely ladies

[Dave Brown]

Very very nicely done
Almost, note I say almost, makes suffering through winter worthwhile

[Gee]

Cheers Dave.
Hope you are well

[John the Baptist]

Yes, winter has few charms when compared to the beautiful autumn. That may be why some animals hibernate. They know they're not missing anything.

[Gee]

Hmmm, might come back as a hedgehog.
Thanks for dropping in

[An owl on the moon]

This is such a beautifully bittersweet song for spring... for the songs of the birds to rise again as the blossoms do... Winter seems hardest on my soul... perhaps it is because the birds are so often silent... and maybe that's why I keep the birdfeeders full. :)

[Gee]

Thank you:)

[Fran Marie]

Beautifully penned piece
here in a lovely flowing verse
and soft rhyme with
cadence spot on ..until
the songbirds sing ..how
poetic that line truly is

Nice work

[Gee]

Thank you Fran Marie

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

I liked the feeling I got from reading this. it shows me why many run away from the cold but at the same time, how inspiring the cold can be. Nicely penned. tyfs

[Gee]

Thank you Cyprian