
When Trees Are Shadows
Evergreen frost and candlelit Dickens
and a faint tang of Crest cool mint paste
swirl around my teeth and dormant words
at only four o’clock in the morning.
My sock-clad feet are melting into muddy ground, as though
I were a snowman, standing alone in a foamy sea,
whose molecules waltz intimately in the thirty-one degrees.
Winter is a time of sleeping and waiting, sometimes of dying
But it is the trying times.
A kiss of icy fingers disseminates in a gust of wind from an open door
and I suddenly know that I am alive, and there is
fire in my veins that keeps the world alive too.
When the trees are shadows and dreams are lies
and beginnings are mortal and ends are forever—
They are the trying times that hold our breaths, if time ever dies
If ends are forever.
My gloved fingers tingle and curl in the sinking moon
and eyelashes catch snowflakes like wriggling salmon in Nome
and in a single crisp corporeal second is all eternity nestled.
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Winter has always been my favorite month and this piece embodies it beautifully. It brings time to a sort of standstill almost as if the world was asleep but never will you feel more life flow through your veins or the bround beneath your feet. What inspiried you to write this piece if you don't mind me asking?
Im one of the admins but im kind of new ill be adding more of my work soon, As for what you said i relate completly though never could describe the concept as well as you just did. I myself also get that feeling in the fall though its just the sights and feel of these 2 seasons bring you back to past memories and emotions with certain things like the feel of snow or the sight of seeing fiery leaves falling from the trees. Great job ima try to post some of my own nature poems tonight.
I just got lucky, they guy who started this was hiring and i happened to be in the area i guess XD
and thanks I love imagery so its a habbit for it to come out in my regular speaking cause i am an artist as you are a bookworm, been trying to read more books to help with my writing as well any recomendations
My absolute favorite line in this poem would have to be "Evergreen frost and candlelit Dickens." I'm not really sure as to why but it just caught me so much. I love it dearly. I'm a classical reader so it called to me. This poem is absolutely beautiful; the line: "A kiss of icy fingers..." Is just one of the lines you used with such beautiful imagery. Thank you so much for sending this in!
I always like to think that winter is the time where everyone remembers life- spring and summer both before and after this season, where everything is either blooming and rejuvenating or vibrant with life. Have you ever wrote about any other season?
Becca.
"When the trees are shadows and dreams are lies
and beginnings are mortal and ends are forever—
They are the trying times that hold our breaths, if time ever dies"
I love these lines and your entire poem immensely. As if your username doesn't appeal to me enough already. v.v Keep writing such lovely poems :)