To me, the holiday includes memories of snow and wind, family gatherings in Michigan, where, no matter how intense the weather, we always gathered at my Grandma's house to celebrate. As an adult, those memories revive with each new 'winter weather advisory' and with a lovely fire in the fireplace, all outside hostilities melt away....
Photos taken with my Canon SureShot in Danbury, CT
Snow and Wind
Snow speaks silently,
caresses my heart
with memories,
tickles my soul
with anticipation,
blends with ice
to generate adrenalin
focus.
Howling wind
erases impressions
with its jealous grasp
stings my cheeks
wraps around my bones.
My body shivers
to generate adrenalin
warmth.
Fire beyond the hearth
stoked with trees
that once shaded, once housed,
once bore sparkling icicles
now draws me into its
crackling core
to melt adrenalin
dreams.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
Thanks Jeanne , love the last stanza most and also the idea of a howling wind with a jealous grasp.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
Thanks, Peadar! Interesting that you liked the last stanza because I just whipped that one up at the last minute. Thanks for dropping by!
ReplyDeleteBEUTIFULL AS USUAL
ReplyDeletenot arround a lot at moment !
HAPPY HOLIDAY
Ron! X
Nice! I thought you couldn't top the last one (well, you can't), but this comes close!
ReplyDeleteMy best wishes to you and your family for a very Merry and Blessed Christmas!
Kat
Great start, drawing attention to the silence of snow. (Whenever anyone does I'm reminded one of my favourite Emily Dickinson poems which ends
ReplyDeleteDiadems—drop—and Doges—surrender—
Soundless as dots—on a Disc of Snow— )
Your Highness: Thank you! Good to hear from you; I was worried. Merry Christmas, Festivus, Kwanzaa, New Year!
ReplyDeleteKat: Thank you! Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Dominic: Thank you...ah, yes! Isn't Emily Dickinson wonderful?