by ReaderOfSoulsunknown, Texas, USA
Jul 2011 1,325 Views 21 comments
Ice Flowers
With ragged nail I scrape
Lacy swirls of ice from windows
See cows in winter's landscape
Backs huddled, frosted with snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.
Splash diesel on kindling splinters
Waiting patiently for red glow
Curse the cold and pain of winter
Memories recalled from long ago
Wakened now, in the falling snow.
Freezing winds twist and whistle
Any warmth that the sun bequeaths
Leaving my bones bound and brittle
Cured and preserved in their own sheath.
Slowly melting like daydreams
Ice flows, slide down window
Years don't change, cattle wait in snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.
Lacy swirls of ice from windows
See cows in winter's landscape
Backs huddled, frosted with snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.
Splash diesel on kindling splinters
Waiting patiently for red glow
Curse the cold and pain of winter
Memories recalled from long ago
Wakened now, in the falling snow.
Freezing winds twist and whistle
Any warmth that the sun bequeaths
Leaving my bones bound and brittle
Cured and preserved in their own sheath.
Slowly melting like daydreams
Ice flows, slide down window
Years don't change, cattle wait in snow
Waiting for me to feed them, I know.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2011
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Comments (21)
There is a slight melancholy in winter's last stanza Slowly melting like daydreams that ends with the knowing resolve, Waiting for me to feed them, I know. Love the title - can picture the window pane's Lacy swirls.
May you feel summer's warmth soon!
Drawing ice flowers helps to pass the time during those cold winter months. Hope this brought a refreshing breeze to you!
This summertime write of ice flowers is life imitating art 6 months down the line - my heart goes out to the cattle having to brave winter's worst, and dependant on their human benefactors for sustenance.
A most descriptive write as always.
Bill
Each winter, I bring the cattle up close to the barn and house so that they may winter peacefully and can be watched as calving season will be here once upon us again.Expectant cows and new mothers are kept in the barn where a heater is going all the time. It's actually easier to check on them and I don't have to require a horse saddled 24/7 in case of trouble. I can just slide into my Carhartt's and snow boots and walk out to the barn and paddock. These cows want for nothing. :-)
Glad you like it.
Ah yes, those bitterly cold winters. How I don't miss them. We used to live in Minnesota and did for 8 1/2 years before moving back to my native Texas. I actually have two horses that *LOVE* the ice and snow since they were born in Minnesota. They practically roll over on their backs laughing hysterically at the blanketed horse of our neighbors.
Winter has been Warm.Cold. Warm. Cold this year. It's little wonder why so many people have colds and flu around here.
I'm glad you like this work. :) Cowboy Poetry is my forte' and I've been writing it since the tender age of seven. :)
I try to do my best to give the reader(s) a window into this particular piece of the world I live in. I'm so glad that this window has a nice view for you to take a peek into.
That is the goal of my writings- that the reader(s) can actually FEEL the words. :)
Glad this one made you envision it.
So glad you could envision the scene. That is my goal as a Cowboy Poet.
And you describe it so beautifully....I get lost in your poems enjoying the meander through it.Keep them coming.Thank you love.