Winter Heart

 

Winter Heart.
 
You like to see frozen trees
cloaked in crisp clung ice.
You like to tread on iron ground
sound soft in snow.
You like to see the world in white
washed by arctic winter.
 
In warm wet winter
when rain drops line the branches of trees
and hang like mirrors to the white
windowless sky. You cry 'Let there be ice!
 Drops be diamonds! Mud be snow!'
Stretched like pegged polar bear pelts across the ground.
 
Cold grows heavy in the air and rests upon the ground
and lungs are full and feel the weight of winter;
and from the sky exquisite patterns in snow,
swirl to swaddle naked trees;
and waterways are locked by crystal ice.
You love this world wrapped up cold in white.
 
This bloodless bride adorned in white.
This terrible beauty that clamps the ground
all breath of life encased in ice.
You love lands locked in the frozen fist of winter,
where susurration’s silent, stilled in streams and trees
stripped of leaves stranded in the snow.
 
On your trembling tongue soft snow
melts as you eat the long longed white.
The cold whipping breeze that rattles the trees
puffs up powder snow from the ground.
You smile and want to carry winter
with you in a Brueghel framed in ice.
 
Your breath billows the air and falls as ice,
particles pure as snow
mingle you with winter.
Wishes won and one with white
your breathing feeds frozen ground,
beneath steadfast frigid trees.
 
Where white bears stare at holes in floating ice
and a million snow falls pack glacial ground.
This tree-less land. It is here your winter heart is found.
 

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Neil Fawcett

Sun 30th Dec 2012 23:57

Thanks Philipos.

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Philipos

Sun 30th Dec 2012 21:25

Neil, this is my favourite kind of poem. And my favourite part is: You smile and want to carry winter with you in a Brueghel framed in ice. Well done.

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