S weet winter holds my favorite annual day
when cheerful santa flys his big red sleigh
love frolicking in the bright fresh-fallen snow
to feel it crunching beneath my booted feet
see the glistening whiteness of the world’s glow
and feel the crisp chill’s bite upon my cheek
so wonderful — walking in this winter wonderland
putting up, and then taking down the tree
the freezing climb to light the house — misery
it’s really hard, trudging in new-fallen snow
my poor feet are soaked and soar, totally numb
snow-blindness on the roof certainly is no joke
and this damned Bell’s Palsey really is no fun
this wasteland’s a frozen kinda hell – so just go
it feels this miserable season goes on and on
fell off that frozen ladder again in early dawn
I wandered lonely as a cloud from concussion
winter… wicked winter— just be gone!
*
rob kistner © 2022
More poetry at:dVerse
**NOTE: this is a work of fiction. I have no concussion.
Ohhhh dear!
First, the original link you put in Mr. Linky didn’t work….which is probably why you didn’t get any comments. I’ve now added the accurate link to Mr. Linky!
And the ohhh dear is also because I hope this didn’t really happen to you? And if it did, I hope you are now on the mend!!!
Yup….have never had a concussion but can imagine it would make you woozy and your thoughts like they were wandering for sureQ!
Thanks Lil. No, fiction driven by assigned sentence… 🙂
Rob, you’re right, it’s time for winter to mosey along now.
We don’t, or seldom do we get snow — I just hate the season of Winter —=except for Christmas, and my son Justin and my February b’days. Spring>
A concussion can be the worst. I rode 10 miles home on my bike after hitting my (helmeted) head on a curb (“brushed” over by a car). The next day, I could remember nothing about the ride home.
I can’t imagine a concussion in adverse weather conditions, especially in winter.
This is just a bit of fiction driven forward by the need to fit the given line into my poem Ken. But dude, that sounds like a nasty fall.
One damn thing after another–right? I read the first draft, and left a comment just as the site blew up. I agree that many of us have a love/hate relationship with winter. I dream of strangling snowflakes.
I don’t miss the chaotic bitter winters of growing up in the Midwestern snow belt Glenn — sure as hell do not!
I am glad to hear this is fiction. Those kinds of injuries add to the isolation and gloom that some people experience in winter.
I am dealing with well enough physical issues D.
I am ready for winter to depart. Snow came again over the weekend and while it looks beautiful, it’s a reminder that winter is holding on. I long for warm days.
I so hated it True. Bitter cold, sleet, snow, ice — YUK! It took my moving to the more mellow PacNW to realize how much.
From cheerful Santa to the misery of it all. Reminds me of our winters here that just seem to drag on…and on with a roller coaster of weather. Snow yesterday, green grass today.
Ghat used to be my reality, but 35 years ago I moved away from Midwestern Great Lakes regional winter hell. Never going back!
No winter here in the Carubbean. But Oh Santa, we do identify. Sorry your character took such a fall. Unlike Humpty Dumpty. Guess he’ll be okay after awhile.
Much love
He will Gillena — much love my friend… 🙂
‘I wandered lonely as a cloud from concussion’ – love the inventive way you have inserted the phrase!
Thank you Marion! 🙂
Thank goodness you’re okay, Rob!
-David
Fiction David, based on my detest of winter, and the creation of a poetic vehicle to carry the assigned phrase. I appreciate the concern my friend. 🙂
Haunting!
Fiction Reena, based on my detest of winter, and creation of a vehicle to carry the assigned phrase.
It means so many things to so many people. Watch for my rants about oppressive heat in mid-summer. There you’ll find me expressing my deepest regrets. 😉
Me too Susan. I hate heat, and especially humidity. High heat we get very seldom here in the PacNW. Hardly ever gets to the ninety’s, never any humidity. I grew up in the Ohio River Valley, over 90% humidity most of the summer, even high in Spring and Autumn. HATED IT!! Gimme 75 with whispy clouds — that is my heaven. 60 in the evening with light jacket. 🙂