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Winter came just the same

by Lori Blair

In spite of the agape outpouring
of soul
winter came just the same
to lay claim
its toll

Releasing its frost at the cost
of the efflorescence
whose morning flush
was somehow lost
to the purblind
of winter diamonds

And flurried, I, I awaited
for a thawing
of his furring hesitation
as the white-out of freezing sleet came
and froze
his unspoken breath

And yet I cradled benevolence
as the dense chandeliers of icicle spears
pierced central
as he reluctantly looked,
the other way

And flurried, I,

I awaited his cover
from the mid-winter cold
until the roll down came
to lay claim
its toll


Posted on 12/26/2011
Copyright © 2021 Lori Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 12/26/11 at 04:26 AM

It sounds sad lady. Not like something you would like to see on Christmas day.

Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/26/11 at 08:12 AM

Contrary to George's perspective of this poem I found it... quietly heartfelt. You have a unique way to your words and I love how you spill your ink.

Posted by Mo Couts on 12/26/11 at 03:45 PM

Your words are so interestingly penned and unique in a way that's totally you. This is BEAUTIFUL Lori; thank you for sharing it.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/26/11 at 04:31 PM

I enjoyed how the elements of winter are infused and used here. Subtle symbolism really makes this one for me. Loved - "purblind dusting of winter diamonds", how you used "flurried", "the white-out of freezing sleet" touches all senses for me. Thank you.

Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 12/26/11 at 05:41 PM

This felt like a fairy-tale. I love it! ~N

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/26/11 at 06:38 PM

In the middle of all of the striking and piercing imagery I found this line that I loved: "And yet I cradled benevolence." I hear, in the midst of the blizzard, an irrepressible human voice that refuses to be silenced in winter. Thanks for this beautiful piece, Lori.

Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/27/11 at 12:48 PM

... excellent, as always.....

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/29/11 at 03:20 AM

It is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made...It is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be....The future is indeed inevitable and precise, but it may not occur at all! God lurks in the gaps. Excellent poem, thanks.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/30/11 at 01:06 PM

it is not what we write, but that we write it, which is like a bell tolling in the distance, we are tuned in not to its message but its sound. and it is the sound in the things that we write, that is the dream. and oft, the things that people write can make us drowsy or even sleepy but one never falls asleep on the music which makes us dream of dawns yet to come chirping like angels to whose message we are not attuned but their chirping, gladdens the heart, as this gladdens and makes harmony of mine.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/31/11 at 08:23 PM

Excellent description of the "old man" , Lori. We almost had a green Christmas here in Ottawa, but winter arrived in force a couple of days before. Nothing like a white Christmas. And best to you and the boys for the new year! :o)

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