Doors in Winter

about getting old...

Chinese toothed, slack chinned,

concerned at the inrunning cold

you flood the snowed path with light

like a stage. Your singular silence

incomprehensible for the coated shape

once known, now a smile of wire.

The years, like snow, clean the slate.

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

I really like this poem and I'll miss reading more of your work Leslie.

[Tina Kline]

Very emotional and descriptive. The winter years, life coming to an end. Sadly or not, we don't wake in the spring. A very well done poem.

[An Ordinary Woman]

it's good to find the grace of going. well done :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks and best wishes !

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

I like your metaphors about feeling worn away and facing the end of life - they're very eloquent.

[Leslie Philibert]

Pleased you liked this !

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the hair starts to remind us of snow...and the snow reminds us of the winter of our lives...snow is cleansing in a way---and we hope as we near the end to balance out the slate...hoping the good outweighs the bad...and it is certainly a thin wire upon which we balance between contentment and regret.

j.

[Leslie Philibert]

At the moment I keep writing poems aboiut doors. I don`t know why, maybe they mean for me transition, change...as ever, best wishes from here !