withrealtoads The Tuesday Platform Imagined By Kerry O’Connor
“Tuesday is Open Link day here in the Garden. All are welcome to participate by sharing a poem of their own choice, something freshly ground or taken from storage.”
Season of introspection
Shut-up, closed in, bundled in layers
Steamy cup of caffeination
keeping hibernation at bay.
Grey, shaded, muted, solemn
Drained, sapped, bled of blush and bloom.
I watch through the glass pane that
fixes the snoozing world centimeters away.
I don’t say you’re bad or hateful or unkind
You have worth in my eyes
And a kind of longing at autumn’s end
For a needed retreat from life’s ravel and fray.
You are the season I ask myself
The existential questions:
Who am I? What’s my purpose?
Is this all? What is real? …and I meditate.
I pity the lands who only know
Sun and temperate climes
Never know a warming fire,
A solitude of still,
A sanctuary of stay.
I have a love-hate relationship with winter. As I get older, I both look forward to it and dread it. I dislike it for all the ordinary reasons of snow, ice, and heating bills. What I like about it is the cocooning feel of being shut away, snug and warm, meditative, metamorphosing into something more enlightened by the spring, hopefully.