Gone the Winter Gods for Those of Spring, a poem


The gods of winter arrive windy, whooshing
and cackling to chastise autumn’s ripe reds,
casting cold nights darker than indigo, spinning
a whorl of days, steel-blue and hoary
. . . . . . Like life sometimes
Rest is welcome after the frenzy of canning,
freezing fruit for deep-dish pies and the days
pass like the color of joy with shocks of silver
……….Not unlike my hair
One blink, gone the winter gods for those of spring
and my sixty-nineth year
…………I’ll be here

© 2017, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved 


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3 thoughts on “Gone the Winter Gods for Those of Spring, a poem

  1. The white most amazing color. Collect the light!

    Autum

    The morn is wresting itself
    between ill
    leaves, which that summer
    brought along.
    The sky stayed
    in clefts.
    The yellow lamps
    among dark trees.
    It’s autumn.
    Slowly, downwards
    after the pure rain –
    sheltered.

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