"He has his Winter too of pale misfeature, Or else he would forego his mortal nature." - John Keats, The Human Seasons
The city vanishes slowly in the rearview mirror as my headlights splinter frozen darkness of this December back road. Above frost-filled pines, stars hover as winter claims the landscape. Tires drone against asphalt keeping time with the caroling radio while my thoughts hang from the edge of a cold moon darting above the treeline.
I think how my seasons are structured with so many summers now tucked away, neatly folded like blankets in a chest only used to keep warm when needed; how spring has become drives to the city on alternating weekends and autumn a deconstructed sunset slipping somewhere behind the cloud of a cold goodbye.
As I look ahead the snow is blinding, ice gathers on every curve winding through the night. Tears freeze in this weather.
"...thoughts hang from the end of a cold moon darting above the treeline" ... In cold wintertime thoughts of spring and summer come to the fore and in the bright forelock of the poet's sweetheart Time gives him the promise of "...fair weather. Soon will a summer break Well worth the having. Then shall our hearts awake Into our loving". Seasons alternate and our mood alternates with them. Fair weather and spring will invariably come and melt your heart. Truly enjoyed. Thank you.
andrew149Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKJan 16, 2011
A wonderful and well written poem Michael, I enjoyed the read very much....Andrew
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