too many winters


Like a budding spring tree,

I can feel the change coming.

I can sense the


opening up in me –

slowly, but with purpose

and determination.

But I …

I have seen too many winters.

I have felt the chill

and shivered in it’s embrace.

I have crawled back

into bed

on mornings when

the best I had to offer

was a tested skill

of wrapping myself in

my blankets –

tight –

like a little human


And these cold


mornings have left their

print on me,

and seared my body

with an undying

kiss of


So I run from life

at the first sign of


and I hide from it all,

afraid my sweatshirts

won’t be warm enough to

protect me

from the elements.

And when the tiny

beautiful voice of spring

rises in my heart

and whispers to me that

I too

can be free

and healthy

and alive

and powerful

I run to my closet

once again

and bury my creative


in a pile of sweaters

and blankets and


For I must keep her warm –

this muse –

and safely protected.

For I have seen

too many winters,

and I know of the

barrenness of the trees.







About denelle

writer. artist. ponderer.

Posted on May 26, 2010, in poetry, thoughts and reflections and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. thanks for the copyright info, have to go look. i think it’s BRILLIANT you put that on your blog! glad we’ve run into each other on here…kindred souls and all that. 🙂

  2. “on mornings when
    the best I had to offer
    was a tested skill
    of wrapping myself in”

    i can so totally relate, the frozen actions as if in slow motion, that despair at despairing too much. so beautifully put, i love it!

    by the way, i detailed how i put the copyright on my page under that lovely comment you left. just thought i’d let you know (:


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