The heart knows not winter
only change,
transition,
as the cold comes to usher in the flame–
I look out and embrace
what seem to be amber, spruce and rose
each of which soothe into quiet reflection.
Come February,
I have emptied the soul of pain
similar to how torn pages scatter in the wind.
Photo credits: David Bulow @ Bulow_Ink Instagram
Posted for ‘Art Flash 55’ @ Real Toads
also on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
The last three lines read like a perfect cleansing ritual. Perfect for the season. Love it.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Grand Sanaa
__ The thought of nature’s move … builds that feeling in the mind; our northern Earth begins its slant toward the warm. _m
candlemas
this last half of icy slant
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Thank you so much, Magyar 😀 so good to see you ❤️
An optimistic 55, Sanaa, with cold ushering in the flame. I love the lines:
‘Come February,
I have emptied the soul of pain
similar to how torn pages scatter in the wind’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Good to read your poetry again after being busy doing other things these past few weeks, and, as usual always a pleasure to read.
Thank you so much, Julian 😀 so good to see you ❤️
To empty the soul of pain is a major accomplishment, because it’s not an easy task.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
February is a month of transition, and when one empties one’s soul of pain – one can have a fresh start. That is what February is, I think – a month of fresh start.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so good to see you ❤️
“I have emptied the soul of pain”: Yes, yes. More power to you, Sanaa.
A lovely verse! 🙂
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you liked it! ❤️
Oh, those last three lines are a wonder! I love the idea of emptying the soul of pain.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is a hopeful emptiness, because perhaps in the quiet of February, it can start filling up with things that feed the soul.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️
Indeed.. January is an ordeal… love those last lines… they made me smile.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I really love this poem!! My new fav!!! of your’s.
Thank you so much, Annell 😀 so good to see you ❤️
This is lovely Sanaa. I like the thought of the heart’s seasons. And those last lines are so hopeful. I enjoyed this so much.
Thank you so much, Myrna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This poem feels like a meditation and I find myself breathing along each line and relaxing.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so good to see you ❤️
beautifully balanced poem transitioning between love and death with your rose and spruce/yew
Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love this ode to February, and how you have introduced colours to this black and white scene.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
I do so admire your February transition as it applies to your Seasons.
Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday
Much💟love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Much❤️love
Yes, the whole thing reads as a cleansing ritual. Love your opening lines of wisdom. Life is one season turning into another. Love this
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Love this poem prompting me to take deep breaths and release it all.
Thank you so much, Vicki 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Wow, Sanaa. I really like the tension you build up between the cold and the flame. Epic poem. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much, Isadora 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I like the color you have added to bleak February.
Thank you so much, Toni 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I am glad January has gone as we usher in a new month. The groundhog says it will be an early spring. I sure hope so. I think pain has a way of lingering and showing up when we least expect it. May your soul now be peaceful.
Thank you so much, Truedessa 😀 so good to see you ❤️
How beautiful and wistful were you words Sanaa. I must confess that when writing about winter in February I can’t help wiping my brow as the temperature in Australia keeps touching 40 C and even the nights arer warm!
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love the direction of this. The filling, then the emptying…then the scattering. Sublime.
Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
‘as the cold comes to usher in the flame– ‘ an awesome line on so many levels and for so many reasons!
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Wendy 😍 so glad you liked it! ❤️
A beautiful piece, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Gorgeous! Exquisite! Crafted to perfection, and beautifully moving.
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Rosemary 😍 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
Your last two lines kicked it in for me. Good one!
ZQ
Thank you so much, ZQ 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A really beautiful piece Sanaa. I love the thought of emptying the soul of pain…
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️