too many winters
Like a budding spring tree,
I can feel the change coming.
I can sense the
creativity
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
burrito.
And these cold
cold
mornings have left their
print on me,
and seared my body
with an undying
kiss of
frozen-ness.
So I run from life
at the first sign of
winter
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
self
in a pile of sweaters
and blankets and
scarves.
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.
Posted on May 26, 2010, in poetry, thoughts and reflections and tagged beauty, change, cold, cretivity, fear, hope, life, poetry, random thoughts, spring, whiny. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
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. 🙂
“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 (:
xx