Silent Season
this day in bleak midwinter.
gray sky wraps earth with
angel sleeves and snow
drops heavily onto soot singed drifts.
we are tired, you and I.
a train mourns distance.
twilight seeps into tree bones—
obscures the falling sky.
the kitchen waits unswept and cold.
you hold me close.
we burrow into blankets like
two groundhogs revisiting slumber.
nestling next to me, you sigh.
tomorrow we can be reborn.
but today soundless winter
yawns before us.
content, we let the shadows shift
and lie patiently entwined.
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Author's Note
A poem published in the online and print journal Segullah for their Fall/Winter 2008 issue.
Other stories by Krista Clement
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Cold, sad, dreamy, but hopeful, too. Good poem. Like esp:
"a train mourns distance.
twilight seeps into tree bones—
obscures the falling sky.
the kitchen waits unswept and cold."
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Strong use of language here, Krista.
"twilight seeps into tree bones"--excellent!
I also like "tomorrow we can be reborn" very much.
Good poem.
Great picture of winter, cabin feverish weary, but knowing, if not feeling hope, spring.
"Twilight seeps into tree bones" Fantastic line.
"Tomorrow we can bw reborn". Nice line, nice images.
Nice!