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Winter Slumber
by Alison McKenzieWinter approaches
Wearing the camouflage
Of an aged century,
The patience of the longest night,
Hungry to swallow a world
Lulled to sleep
By the muffle of coming snows.
There is comfort
In hunkering down,
Warm bellies full of soup
And soothing visions,
Tucked into quilts and snug,
Your breath,
Sweet and heavy with somnolence,
Huffing toward my rosy cheeks
And drowsy eyes.
Last night I dreamed
The scent of pine needles,
Cones and popcorn on the tree,
The din of civilization hushed
By the crackling of new logs on the fire.
Food in the cellar
And new skins to
Keep out the cold,
A solid roof
And shutters to
Discourage the wind.
Winter approaches.
Im as ready as Ill ever be.
10/27/2008 Posted on 10/27/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/27/08 at 02:36 PM ...seems as though Robert Frost wrote some of this and left it by your pillow...this started of like a soft[swallowed World]oooh, i loved the union with nature and smiling...not complacent, yet a shouder-shrug away from guffawing...mmmmm. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/27/08 at 05:43 PM Good write lady. But let us not bury our heads in the snow. This is the best time to write as you've done here. |
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