Quiescence

Hard to find a silent place
where thinking stops and
love begins again.

In brutal fashion you arrive
with ice cold winds bringing
tears to eyes, and shivers to
join with aching bones.

In sullen mood which matches
gray skies I await the promised
fall with odd pleasure
because it wipes away the filth
of man and his hurtful touch upon
this sacred land
(if only for a while.)

Shadows and light play
upon naked branches
bent, from their burden
but not broken, standing still
in their quiescence.

This view of winter is harsh
and yet,
through turning pages and trust in
passing passages of time
warm winds will thaw the frozen
scene for love to
bloom again.

~*~
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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

18 thoughts on “Quiescence”

  1. The renewal of all that is tired by silence shouts from this piece..crisp..clear..beautiful..thank you Day Dreamer..Jae

  2. Such a beautiful poem, and it captures well the various aspects of winter… The photo is amazing, breathtaking.

  3. Love can be harsh and losing love even worse. Comparing it to winter is so true. We cannot wait for spring to arrive because with it begins so many things anew. And we know that love can also blossom again. Loved this poem.

    Thanks so much for sharing it with us for this weeks Theme Thursday, it gave me a new view on love.

    God bless.

  4. there are def some harsh seasons in love…but they can also be what propels a relationship into new territory as well…winter is both harsh and beautiful…unless you have like ours this year which is wet and warm…

  5. The view of winter is both harsh and beautiful, yes. Winter is a necessary time for trees and some plants to rest. Thank you for sharing.

  6. nature tells our tales, warm and cold, warm and cold. I think it is stronger than our lil hearts though 😦

  7. Dreamer, your poem poignantly illustrates the desolation of Winter, and the stark beauty that may
    be found in her uncompromising, almost nude victory.
    And also the faint hope threading her days this joy and pain that keeps us addicted

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