at the edge of winter #poem #poetry

at the edge of winter
bridal chambers cry
roasted chestnuts crack
in the frigid streets
days inside my soul
come and go like ships
broken hearts lament
right at my front door
did I leave you there?

see,
I can’t remember
what I’ve done with you
at the edge of winter
a tree is sick with flu

@short-prose-fiction

image: Nelson garrido Silva/Shutterstock

 

90 thoughts on “at the edge of winter #poem #poetry

    1. Thank you, Shantanu! I really appreciate your praise.
      I think it gives me a peak too 🙂
      Take care, my friend!

       
    1. Good afternoon, Andrew!
      Thank you!
      “Not the first time I have been easily misplaced” LOL! You are adorable.
      Enjoy your Sunday!

       
      1. “This is unusual for me” I believe that.
        Know I fight hard for your comments. I need to go to the dashboard to extract them. That is unusual for me 🙂

        A restful weekend to you too, Andrew!

         
    1. Aw… you are here. Thank you so much my lovely Y, my forever Queen of Poetry🌸
      You know how much your words mean to me.
      May you have a magical weekend
      🌸🌺💐🙏

       
  1. your opening line caught me, it drew me into the depth of this poem and love its repetition at the end, at the edge of anything is a pivotal moment indeed.

     
    1. Aw ..Jonathan, thank you so much for the praise. You are so kind. As for the unfollow it happens. I am glad you are back 🙂

       
      1. You are sweet. I assure you that I did not think anything bad,
        Have a beautiful rest of the day.

         
  2. Gosh Gabriela, you’ve left us broken-hearted and lamenting at your door in the freezing cold. The doorstep of winter. At least you left us with your words out here, that will warm our hearts. Your talent has been around as long as you’ve been writing, your older poems are breathtaking too. Now, let me in, and I’ll give you some hot soup and some chocolates for after. Gorgeous, dear G xoxox

     
    1. Rachel, I will never do that to you sweetheart. You were right here with me having a glass of red and listening to poetry.
      Thank you for the praise. It’s nice out this morning but you turned nice into beautiful with your words. Hot soup and some chocolates? That is exactly what I had last night before I went to bed. Now I know they came from you. They were delicious. Thank you again sweetheart.
      When you wake up may the morning shine love and blessings on you.
      You are the best, Rachel.
      Can I get soup and chocolate tonight too?
      xoxo

       

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