Winter on the bay........
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Unbearable to the flesh of man
crystalline ice particles dancing in air
And the whitecaps on the bay
the water too rough to freeze there
Isolation by choice perhaps solitude
by invention
Gazing out from the warmth ...I've
no willful intention
The windows caulked for winter
as if a ship on the sea
The only thoughts are of sleep
yet rest I will not see
Distant storms of snow
hurricanes typhoons or tornadoes
And yet I lose track of which
as the cold wind blows
The sun might even follow suit
all given the storms by name
Or even a finicky downpour
too cold though for rain
Opening the stove add another armful
of wood
But no....I would be nowhere else
even if I could
Winter on the bay unforgiving
yet forgiving's what we all need
As darkness falls over the lake
the dark night winds are freed
Writing by the fire and glancing to
the echoes of the howling wind sound
A soft glow of lighting in the darkness
glad for what peace I have found
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Great poem ahorseback, made me feel like I was there but for a moment, you are a great writer and author,ahorseback.
Hi Gypsy Rose , thank you , its just another winters day here lol...:-}
Kevins blog, thank you for reading!..:-}
Lovely poem. Even makes the freezing cold seem appealing. well done!
I lived in the midwest most of my life and saw many snowfalls that kept us cabin bound for days. Your poem reminds me of the beauty of those times. I can relate to your not wanting to leave winter's beauty and serene enviornment. Miss those woodstove fires at night. Beautiful poem.
i can hear the howling of the wind...wow...evocative ahorseback...you've created a perfect night on a wintry day...
Loiseelcross, Ahh the cold , the isolation ,introspection , it is appealing! Glad you enjoyed...:-}
"Hello Teach"! I bet youve heard that one a few times! Or maybe not it is an old greeting! Thank you for sharing memories.....:-}
Raciniwa , Hello smiley! Come to my winter haven ! play in the snow , help shovel the yard !LOL.....:-}
Thank you for this beautiful poem, although I honestly don't miss the cold at all, now that I live in Florida. Every year my wife and I said the same thing in November, "Winter is so beautiful!", but by February the enchantment was gone. Thank you again.
Spectacled Bear, At times yes, it gets a bit [c]old , but I do love the changing seasons.Thank you for sharing this !........:-}
Nice Poem
Keep up your writing skills
God bless
Lady fiddler , Thank you sweety , by the by ,we are still waiting to hear you play!.....:-}
Gypsy Rose Lee Level 8 Commenter 3 months ago
Voted up and beautiful. A warm winter spent in a home warmed by a wood fire. So lovely. I really love those old fashioned pot bellied stoves and I also like fireplaces. Unfortunately the cold has found me with none. Reading your poem I saw the snow fly and heard the wind blow and the crackle of the wood.