“My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.” ― Claude Monet


The Seasons

Winter

I saw her walk by me today,
And she was garbed in pearly white.
I paused as she began to dance
With gentle grace, to my delight.

She was so close, I felt her breath.
Her downy gown was at my feet.
What seemed like whispers in my ears
Were pleas from her to not retreat.

I had no love for winter days;
I'd shown in verse my deep disdain.
But then this moment came along;
From loathing her, I did refrain.

She held me captive in her arms
And softly kissed my naked cheek.
She then appealed with tears of ice,
No further words of hate to speak.

A sudden silence pierced my ears
As flakes of silk hung in the air.
Then myriad others joined with them,
Displaying winter's flowing hair.

I smiled and watched as she performed
Her ballet dance for me to see.
I then began to understand
Why winter fills the heart with glee.

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Behind the Verse

I enjoy taking long walks in wooded areas during the spring and autumn seasons. The colorful blooms of spring and the vibrant hues of autumn are very appealing to me. However, there are occasions when I venture into the woods on snowy winter days. It’s not that I particularly like the winter season, but I do appreciate the beauty of gently falling snow accompanied by a light breeze. I wrote this poem after recalling one such snowy day.


Poetic form: Quatrain

2nd Place Massachusetts State Poetry Society 2023 Arthur (Skip) Potter Memorial Contest

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