A Winters Day

A Winters Day

    The day was dark and dreary
    Snow was falling at a steady pace
    I found myself uncomfortable
    Out of place in my own space

    So I cleaned and then I straightened
    Then I paced and cleaned some more
    Then I bundled up and braced myself
    As I headed out the door

    The snow was quite refreshing
    Though ahead I could barely see
    But I thought it kinda nice
    No one else around...just me

    All around was just a blanket
    All was white and fresh and clean
    Venturing where no man has gone
    Virgin territory.....ya know what I mean

    The truth is.. I so need this
    To clear my head and mind
    Breathe in.. breathe out..breathe deeply
    Body and soul will follow behind

    Some people hate the snowfall
    Some people hate the cold
    Maybe someday I will too
    As this body becomes old

    But for now the changing seasons
    Fill me with this inner peace
    Enjoying mother nature
    All my worries are released.

Sue

— jetz, Sep 02, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: South eastern Connecticut, USA

Critiques

Hooded Stranger

16 years 9 months ago

Good job!

Jetz, I like this piece...I can feel the cold and your solitude in this. Really like these two lines: Snow was falling at a steady pace Out of place in my own space Being out of place in your space...I can relate to that...a sharp reminder. I want to be walking in this snow scene - alone! This piece is full of imagery. Ooops! I clicked the nomination for spotlight button...not sure what I have done now! great writing, HS (shivering) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth and yet nobody sees me".

jetz

16 years 9 months ago

H.S. You be careful

H.S. You be careful Bucko!!!!!! You're starting to grow on me!!!! "Shrooms..." Sorry, I digress. Funny, when I posted this, I thought of you H.S. I remember the day I wrote and lived this. Sometimes we all feel this need..this unease..this "out of place in my own space." Glad you responded. Much appreciated...'scuse the "Bucko.".........I hear voices ya know! Sue...

mantiscepter

16 years 9 months ago

Winter flow

Beautifully written words that flowed, deep within my mind,taking me with them. on this brisk, enchanting ride; away from all the daily thoughts that seem. to clog a mind. thanks for these words. Mantiscepter

lyz

16 years 9 months ago

OH WINTER

Beautiful. I can not comment too much about the snowy side of ur poem, I have never seen snow, been two days ahead of it until we had to change direction. Here in Australia, we do get snow in some parts but I have never been privvy. My husband said we will get to see it in full before we are to old to enjoy, so back to ur poem, thank u for putting into a must see kind of write. Your winters sound beautiful. Thanx, Lyz.

jetz

16 years 9 months ago

Hi Mantiscepter, Thank

Hi Mantiscepter, Thank you so much for such a wonderful comment. We all need that "break" from the every day hassles of life. For me, I can always find that out side..with nature, no matter the season. There's something extra special though, about a snow fall. Thanks again for the read. Sue

jetz

16 years 9 months ago

Hi Lyz, I have lived my

Hi Lyz, I have lived my entire life, right here in New England. The changing of the seasons is one of my favorite things about living here. I cannot get my head around never having seen snow. Yes, you must make it a point to experience it. Sledding, skiing, or a simple snow ball fight....nothing can compare. Thanks for your read, and comment. Sue

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Totally charmed by this as I love snow

That quiet that covers all, falling almost silently, those white dots of light in the leaden grey of the sky, its a magic happening of the most delicate, cold, ephemeral and wonderful whiteness. I agree with you, I'm not so young, but with the right shoes on, and as the Norwegian children chanted each day in the Winter, there is not bad weather only bad clothes, then one can face almost anything. "Det finnes ikke dårlig vær, bare dårlig klær." You have been beautifully honest and simple in your approach to this poem and I like that too, just a perception of a going out into the day, well said so that we feel we do it with you Sue. Lovely. Love Ann of Norway