in long and deep midwinter
dreams of spring arise
of fulsome brooks and fragile buds
of warmer winds and skies
that, moaning, pour the anguished tears
of childbirth on the land
and ‘midst the muddy, messy muck
transform the slender strands
weaving a carpet ‘neath the trees
which don their own green gowns
and fill the space below the blue
like dancers all around
who hear the call of lively song
— they bend, they reach, they sway —
and welcome all the newborn life
now coming out to play.
a wish-dream only!
cold and lonely
here i pass the day.
in frozen climes
i’ll wrangle rhymes
‘til winter pass away.
8 thoughts on “another look: midwinter”
Good use of the subjunctive in the last line. That’s almost disappeared in English.
I’m with you, David, in the Seattle area, and I’ve lost count of the number of days I’ve said to someone, “Well, today is officially an ugly day.”
These poems have been a much needed palate cleanse. Thank you.
Here in the Seattle area we just recently set a record for the number of consecutive ugly days of rain, sleet and snow – 30 days in the month of January, normally it would be only 15 days. All of this was at the tail end of 90 days without sunshine (:
Here too. But today, low 30s, rain, sleet, snow. Ugly.
Supposed to hit 80 today in my neck of the woods. Hmm, which golf course should I go to today. smile
cold midwinter rain
falling where the snow should be —
make the best of it
Thanks, CM, for this well-crafted poem. Where I am, it has felt like Spring most of the week!