Warm Hearth

An autumn robbed by winters chill Makes way for loveless cold The winter flakes upon my sill Tell this young man he is old

Becky and I

Now that the summer’s light is gone

winter's dark shadows appear

The morning lit by cool white dawn

stays away another year

 

An autumn robbed by winters chill

makes way for the loveless cold

The winter flakes upon my sill

tell this young man that he's old

 

Each year passes onto the next

quicker than the one before

As now we place it here in text

loving hearts each wanting more

 

I mourn no more my wasted years

they leave no sound as they go

I remember no lonesome fears

as I gaze on home fires glow

 

The winter cold can do no harm

to the warm hearth built of life

Created of strength, love and charm

The waiting arms the good wife

 

Author's Note

The winter chill is much warmer and less biting to me this year. Having gotten married I see sunshine everywhere nowadays.

Reviews

[Seashell]

Nothing matters...nothing matters at all if we are with the right LOVE. We don't feel the cold and bitter nights...only see the sunny days ahead.

This was beautiful Tate...and straight from that warm heart of yours
Babsie Bee xx

[Tommy]

Tate, it does my heart right to read your words. I am at the age where I am realizing how fast life goes by, and your words bring hope that the lonesome chill of winter's breath may be dulled by the feeling of the warmth held in the arms of a love...

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[M.Babu]

Tate you never cease to amaze me! Lovely riveting poem here, hovering around distinct love and the different seasons through which it survives. The words are written with such skill, i'm sure you intended the old feel about the poem. The flow is as streamlined as always and each word rolls easily off the tongue with a pleasant aftertaste about it. You gripped me wholly with such beautiful words Tate.

"I mourn no more my wasted years
They leave no sound as they go
I remember no lonesome fears
as i look upon the home fires glow"
This was my favorite stanza and it surprised me just how much it touched me. You are a very gifted writer Tate- i hope you know it. Amazing work- i applaud you for this!

[WonderWhy]

The winter has the opposite affect for me this year--I have enough of the cold outside...& around my heart too.

Nicely written.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Love this song so very much such a melancholy song .. I have expierienced this song .
Winter a symbol for the latter days of lives.. Young man is getting old.. very true each day..
I have mourned wasted years ... it does no good .. and the best thing ever is the strength of love and waiting arms of a good woman ... this is a wonderful poem of life and lifes turns and most of all . Love.
I truly enjoyed it .. the song threw me off (no offense as it is lovely) i was thinking it was going to be about regret of losing an old love.
It is about regret, mourning the wasted years but the love was and is there...

Chloe

[Robin]

a wonderful tale of the seasons of man and love ...

[Dinesh Sairam]

You sure have your ways with your poetry. I wish I could find my path. You know, decide on which styles and things I wanna write in, and stuff. You've chosen yours: About Life in xaxa or abab, and you've mastered it. And yes, as Ladysue said, you've held on to that classic feel.. Thanks and kudos for that. Keep writing.

[Fran Marie]

A winter chill can be warded off in the arms of warm love shared by two~ nicely penned Tate!!

[Ladysue]

This is a new favorite of mine..this has such a classic feel to it...timeless and finding sunshine and warmth makes everything seem lighter...I loved your note too...a beautiful piece...

[Poetic Beauty]

I can almost feel the cold from this poem seeping in. I don't like the cold but you have painted wonderful imagery here.