In this land of winter,
stillness calls my name
and with each fallen snowflake
autumn’s forest is reclaimed.
In this time of winter,
the darkness reaches deep
and draws light from the night
as woodland creatures sleep.
In this time of winter,
in my cabin by the stream,
I rest my weary body
and allow my heart to dream.
In this time of winter,
my eyes grow grey and dim
and I foresee the coming
of this life that’s soon to end.
Yet, in this time of winter,
I am reminded of ‘the way‘
that just as nature falls asleep
she shall awaken one spring day.
lovely poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you😊
LikeLike
Nice poem!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your welcome fellow poet!
LikeLike
Very beautiful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well done, Sue. To me, there is no stillness like a winter night. A time to rest and to dream. Love it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Bill. ❄️☃️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful Poem! I loved the winter scene both in words and picture. An interesting analogy to the spiritual.
Dwight
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aw, thank you😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful Sue! Truly made me feel at peace and hopeful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
a lovely winter poem-so very tranquil to read.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful x
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you 😊
LikeLike