Winter has made its advent.
Hinted at with darkening nights, greyer skies, colder days, Winter brings its sorrows and its sadness, bitter with waning stars and frosty nights.
Winter, the color of grey;
Winter, the color of cold;
Winter, the color of dark;
Winter, the color of snow.
Winter is white, clear, and pure.
And it is beautiful, amongst the grey and black, Winter, the reminder that beauty needs not color to show its worth.
White.
White, the color of all colored lights,
Clear, its proof of its virtue,
Pure, for it is the last of the four, the one that states the end that is the beginning.
Winter, known to be bitter, sad, full of only sorrows;
Winter, the giver of snow, the giver of ice and frost, its quiet grace often gone unknown;
Winter gives us its silent beauty, its quiet grace, a beauty in death that gives chance to new life;
Snow, dancing in the wind;
Ice, edging remains in intricate crystal,
Frost, ephemeral patterns on the glass;
This is Winter's waltz, a peace in the cold, a dance in the starless nights, a quiet grace, this is its waltz, life and death, hand in hand.
This is a beautiful post about winter! Did you write this when it started snowing? Actually snow is one of the best inspirations for me when I write, especially when the snow is falling in large flakes and I'm cozily sitting inside by the window:) I was so excited when it started snowing, and one of my posts is also about snow . Winter is full of wonders!
ReplyDeleteSelena this is so beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI was so excited to read all of your posts at the beginning of the semester because you write such lovely poetry/prose. I especially like the stanza, "Snow, dancing in the wind;/Ice, edging remains in intricate crystal,/Frost, ephemeral patterns on the glass;"
This encapsulates winter very well! This weekend I'm getting into the Christmas Spirit and this is just the sort of thing I can look forward to. I've never been a very good dancer, but I know what beautiful dancing looks like, and winter's waltz is by far the most beautiful!