Winter Hues

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Glossy on the snow-washed street,
winter continues
the sky is of rolling clouds, a thousand shades that range
from abalone to stone
as beech trees cry their last tears in the half-morning light—
here hope is ash coloured
yet the darkling sits, unperturbed;
and I wonder, if the snow loves it dearly?
I don’t have the slightest inkling about what happened
to my heart,
how it healed,
four-chambered muscular organ that sings: cardinal red
and emotionally scarred.
Perhaps, it too is aware of mournful lyrics,
of how everything goes around,
of how it’s conducted.
I kissed the lips of the cold surrounding me,
              qualms blurred.

If winter can be formidable then why can’t we?

 

 

Photo credits: Trisha Adams, Winter Color Series 12″x6″ oil, Pinterest

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38 Replies to “Winter Hues”

  1. Great use of colour in this poem, Sanaa, and stunning imagery, especially the sky ‘a thousand shades that range from abalone to stone’, ash coloured hope, and the lines:
    ‘Perhaps, it too is aware of mournful lyrics,
    of how everything goes around’
    and
    ‘I kissed the lips of the cold surrounding me,
    qualms blurred.’
    We are formidable, Sanaa, we just don’t know it yet.

  2. I simply love this, Sanaa – it’s very hard to pick out favourite lines:
    ‘a thousand shades that range
    from abalone to stone’ is such an evocative image, but when you go on to describe the heart as:
    ‘four-chambered muscular organ that sings: cardinal red
    and emotionally scarred.’ that’s just perfect! And then you’re final, defiant question. I agree with Kim: we can be and we are!

  3. Oh, this is beautiful, Sanaa! I love how the
    ” beech trees cry their last tears in the half-morning light—
    here hope is ash coloured,” and how the poem then moves from contemplating nature, to the narrator’s heart.
    That final question is so poignant! ❤️

  4. I so love the way you make winter come alive with colors and kissing the cold. I do love the brightness of snow.

  5. your imagery, the colours, the words all flow to make a very powerful poem with a timeless conclusion … loved every bit of this

  6. So much emotion wrapped in a diverse array of color and a vibration. I like this line, “I kissed the lips of the cold surrounding me, qualms blurred.” This is our reality. And our challenge is to live it bravely and be “formidable.” 👊✨💯

  7. This is tender and strong all at once.
    “I don’t have the slightest inkling about what happened
    to my heart,
    how it healed,
    four-chambered muscular organ that sings: cardinal red
    and emotionally scarred’

    Then I love how you ended with that question.
    So good.

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