Poems

Winter Whispers
by Joan Estelle High
©2003

The Winter wind sings, It blows it's frosty breath at the outside wall.
With wispy slender fingers, it creeps about the window pane.
Finding it's way in by seeping through crevices both large and small.
With determination in it's breath a strong hold it seeks to gain.

Perhaps the wind only wants to try and warm it's icy face.
As it goes slipping down the chimney flue to a darken room
You can see it sifting though the warm embers of the fireplace.
Softly puffing up the dying ashes while they yet dance a tune

The silence of the night is muted by the rug of velvet black.
The whippoorwill won't sing his sad melody any more today.
But with the morning dawning light, his song will soon be back.
Even the yard dogs are quiet in their beds, They don't even bay.

The homemade thick quilt has become a trusted friend.
Wrapping about me tightly in a soft cocoon of warm.
It will hold me snug and tight until the night shall end
I feel secure against the wind and cold can do no harm.

It seems to know that my soul, at night is free to roam.
So it will hold my body safely until I return back home.

The seasons come and the seasons go.
Some things change but some things don't
I guess it is not for us the why to know.
Sometimes we change, sometimes we won't

So many of those we love have gone away.
Just faded from our lives like melting snow.
Leaving us but memories, they past our way.
Sharing the gift of life for a while, then they go.

Some days our own lives seem cold and gray.
Winter has impressed it self upon our souls.
We can but wish the snow would go away.
Before the Winter chills us to an early grave

It's warmth and sunshine that we need.
Sitting by the fire and drinking a cup of tea
Watching the flickering fire begin to recede
As we then re-live our treasured memories.

Then just like a little soldier of the springtime.
The Crocus grows above the cold hard bed.
Next a shy yellow daffodil peaks out timidly.
Soon you will see it's golden sunny little head.

They were waiting for a signal that I could not see.
Now they are busy springing up over all the yard.
Random scattered bunches in groups of two and three.
Even though the ground seems so cold and hard.

While they sleep peacefully the snow has kept them warm.
A robin with a breast of red hops merrily across the drive.
Seems the snow that chilled my bones, didn't due them harm.
It sends a signal deep within my soul, that I am still alive. .

Then the joy from within my soul sings a sweet melody.
I have made it to another year so sings the song in me.
God is in His heaven, Mister Sun is high in the sky.
Gone are the clouds of winter gray, above the sky is blue.
I silently shout "Amen" , for the days are all brand new.