Death of Winter

bye bye!

Death of Winter

The sound of drip melt as the white innocence of snow

gladly disappears into the hearts and minds of spring followers.

The old man breathes heavy with a countenance of labor

that bring his season to the fading tide.

Hail Old Man!

Thank you for a soft Pennsylvania season

I bid you adieu in my 68th year

smiling broadly as the whispers of spring

echo in my ear.

Reviews

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An appropriate title for this piece, Alfred.

Living in Australia does not predispose me to the true harshness of winter like you in the Northern Hemisphere, so personally, i dont have any contempt for the winter season. However, i can understand your sentiments on it from many years of enduring the cold that she brings forth.

Your poem is very well written, a gentle cheerio to old man winter with an underlying tone of happiness for the coming of Spring. Nice work, as always, Al.

[Papaya]

enjoyed. :)
it's more than the snow that melts in spring.
so do hearts.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks ms. barrie!

I read you piece on those unusual sounds accompanying your poem. I saved it. Your imagination is pure silk.

regards,
al

[ms. barrie]

delightful and gentle of whispered innocence & nostalgia your words weaved into this ink, engages the reader, warming hearts.
enjoyed your play on words regarding your use of rhymes and fluidity. thank you for sharing - x

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

I'm a little dry in the head, doing home improvement and reading about portrait photography.

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, a more gentle winter this year....old man winter was kinder, gentler...and now that white innocence has transgressed to a new season...

those soft whispers of spring as he leaves.

beautiful piece, Al.

j.