Winters Sleep

I've lived life like a squirrel
searching for my acorns
before the winters come,

Amassing all I could
when ever cold might come
I packed all so very high
I could not see the other side,

The happy little brook that sang
I didn't stop to hear
I heard it like a babbling
that went from ear to ear,

Winters came and went
depleting what I gained
starting from my start
amassing once again,

The more that I amassed
the more I gave away
damned is my heart
that felt the others pain,

So many things I've done
now all I do is wait
I raise my eyes and look upon the sun
and have a pleasant thought

While I wait in peace
for "Winters Sleep" to come.

— Eduardo Cruz, Jul 09, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: New York City, N.Y. Spanish Harlem, USA

Favorite Poets: P. Neruda, Jose de Diego, E. Dickenson, R. Frost, there are many more, but these had the greatest influence...

Critiques

Seren

16 years 11 months ago

Eduardo

This is an awesome write , I cant see any major flaws with it will come back and have another read though its a lovely write and the last line rung well with me it is winter here and its like a big Sleep in the cold for us .. love Jayne

Eduardo Cruz

16 years 11 months ago

Jayne

Thank you for the awesome! Yes Winter is the big Sleep as our bodies turn cold from deaths frigid touch. thanks for stopping by to read! Eddie "i control what I know and what I don't know, I wait for advantage to come!"

leonard daranjo

16 years 11 months ago

Eddie

A refreshing piece. I enjoyed it. The last two lines: While I wait in peace for “Winters Sleep” to come. are a great metaphor. Leonard

Eduardo Cruz

16 years 11 months ago

Leo,

thanks for stopping in to read! Yes the metaphor of a life's toil and the final peace in sleep! That at the end we all look forward too. Thank for the High Five, my friend! Thanks, Eddie "I control what I know and what I don't know, I wait for advantage to come!" PS. If you get a chance, read my poem "Resurrection", it's dark with a happy ending.

deelilah

16 years 11 months ago

Hello Eduardo

I liked this very much. I was a great metaphor, the squirrel amassing and you also working hard to gain, Using up your store (or giving it away), and then repeating the process. 'The happy little brook that sang I didn’t stop to hear I heard it like a babbling that went from ear to ear,' I especially liked that verse. It says, well, that we should all take a moment to reflect on what we have. Yours, Deelilah

Eduardo Cruz

16 years 11 months ago

Trucker Girl,

You nailed it right on the head! I'm happy you liked it and related! Thanks for the "High Five" it is appreciated! thanks for stopping by to read Dee! Eduardo is to formal, Eddie Is fine> Thanks, Eddie

Jillian Botha

16 years 10 months ago

Eddie,

I truly enjoyed this, for yes we build up everything in reserve, and before we realize it that reserve is all but depleted. Though, winter is a time of reflection, a time for some creatures to go into hibernation, for the rest of us, a time to snuggle, stay warm and contemplate. So yes winter's big sleep has been upon us here for a while now, and i myself am looking forward to the spring awakening!(Maybe an idea for a follow on poem later, perhaps you could start a series of seasonal writes ;-) I loved this, thank you for sharing. Yours in script Jill Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)

Eduardo Cruz

16 years 10 months ago

Jill,

thanks for stopping by to read, and your high five. your take on the poem is good, and I like it! I was talking about a life of toil, and in the end the best that we can do is peacefully wait for death, ("Winters sleep") The finality of the cold. well again I do like your take on it, an as it has been said, Its all in the eye of the beholder,(reader) again thank you! Eddie