Sunday, January 10, 2016

Snow returns



                       Chilly, even birds
                    hiding in a pine tree needle clutch
                    cheeping shyly
                     echoing between newborn
                    white bloomed bushes
                    happy school kids' noise

                   snow returns...
                    soft as a baby kiss
                   showering my path

                   memory of falls
                   snow balls, the flakes & letters
                   gusty wind brought back

                   coughing, - the Santa -
                   I've recognized him-
                   tired man
                   clearing  snowy gifts
                   no robe, swaying old-man's walk
                   at his back yard
                   shoveling...
                   the sorrow 
                    bright & timeless
                  a new-year hope

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

21 comments:

  1. Snow has a way of coming back... there is a certain weight or lightness depending if your're old or young.

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  2. Seems we were both thinking of winter and its return....some nice images and memories! wishing you a new year of hope!

    Dona@LivingFromHappiness

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  3. Always comes back around revealing footsteps on the past, dumb snow lol

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  4. Wonderful thoughts indeed, warm greetings!

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  5. Yes, Santa definitely must be tired this time of year. He needs to rest up.....for next year!

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  6. "the sorrow bright and timeless"....this is a unique aspect of Santa, once the costume is put away and he's shoveling away the last of winter. Very cool.

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  7. Sounds like Santa may be a bit tired..the excitement is over and now he is back to the normal tasks of life like shoveling :)

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  8. I love the memories that come with the returns, the cycles of seasons--as long as they are challenges well met and now soft as a kiss. I hope to see them as gifts even when I am that old.

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  9. lovely images here, i've experienced snow only on a vacation, it was awesome and delightful, knowing that i would be on a plane heading back to hot sunny days, yet i know that snow can be weighty and depressing some times

    good Sunday to you

    much love...

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  10. Interesting view of Santa. Makes me think it is the magic of giving that gives him the energy to do all his work. The first stanza is outstanding. Love the image of the birds.

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  11. i like what brudberg said and so i echo his sentiments

    good writing

    gracias

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  12. Beautiful imagery and rhythm in this poem humbird - i love the swing between the children's noses and the sad santa..life is full of light and dark particularly as we get older...hopefully more light than dark though xo

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  13. Wonderful depiction of the imagery and feel of a snowy day.
    Enjoyed,

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  14. Thank you, my friends, for beautiful inspiring comments! Much appreciated!

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  15. Poor old Santa.. love the way you've described him!

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  16. these lines:

    snow returns...
    soft as a baby kiss
    showering my path

    just tell of a natural phenomenon that is forever mystical and magical in some ways. loved it!

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  17. A beautifully sketched happy/sad piece ... very much in keeping, I think with the happy/sad holiday season.

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