This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago but it seems so fitting, considering how cold I’ve been feeling recently due to high winds we’ve had in the UK.Β  It’s not exactly super cold (yet?) but a wintery poem is sometimes needed to remind those of us who don’t enjoy this time of year, how winter is just part of a cycle.Β  Please let me know what you think of this one, it’s one I spent more time on and I think it shows with the choice of words πŸ™‚

The Cold Winter

Β©The Strawberry Post

Chill wind blows,
Turns lake into silver,
Human skin pimples,
Limbs begin shiver.

Trees lose plumage,
Forest floor turned canvas,
Birds depart home for,
Other page in atlas.

Creatures all sizes,
In ground lie dead?
Life’s liquid pumping,
Just cosy in bed.

Chill wind blows,
Life under lock,
Waiting to repeat,
The life cycle clock.

-Poem forst appeared online December 2017 – now republished here.

Do you like the poem?Β  How do you feel about winter?Β  Do you enjoy the cold season or prefer another?Β  Let me know what you think in the comments below πŸ™‚