Into the Cold

The stars dangle from silver strings,

Glistening limbs amidst the dreams.

Even the air looks cold outside,

My dreams, my hope, alone reside.

I let myself curl up in bed,

dreaming of warmth, a fire, instead.

And brush cold tears from flowers, dead..

Childhood dreams within my head.

Where in my heart has gone the day,

a rope of twine upon the sleigh?

The laughter, screams of children near,

Deep, in the distance, I hear it still.

I close my eyes and see the days,

when decades past, my children played.

My grandkids, now rush down the hill,

laughing as they roll and spill.

Winter, you are now so cold,

or is it that I now am old?

Winter days, and sparkling night,

The moon, the clouds the dark the light

My picture book in black and white.

Crumpled pages, dark and light.

Life’s so short, so sweet and mild.

I wish, again, to be a child.


10 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Judy said,

    Thank you, Brenda – I love what you wrote! This poem is a classic. It is unbelievably beautiful and deeply moved me. Every word is true. The child within me cries.

  2. 2

    Sandra Bennett said,

    Absolutely…..I feel it too. Thanks, beebee. Happy New Year.

  3. 3

    nutsfortreasure said,

    me too

  4. 4

    paulessick said,

    Reblogged this on My Blog snuppy.

  5. 5

    With all my heart I wish you all a splendid new year 2014.

  6. 7

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

  7. 8

    A beautful poem, beebee. Shared on Twitter & FB!

  8. 10

    Lindy Lee said,

    Like very much this style of poetry you use in “Into the Cold”…

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