never mind the grayness
never mind the chill
sip the dreamy drizzle
of seasonal change
collect the memories' trickle
from the clouds of nostalgia
feel the whispers of winter
wrapping you in cold arms
In Eliot's Wasteland: April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow... Your winter landscape has the dreamy drizzle of memories not forgetting. The warm embrace of Spring will follow although winter's arms may yet be cold. Wonderful writing!
Clouds of nostalgia are full of memories indeed! A very pleasant poem, I hate the winter but thinking of fond recollections of happy times certainly helps
Hi, Wonderful poem... The graying days announce end of Autumn and the arrival of her colder sibling... And a rain hastens her exit... Lovely write.100++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
November rain takes place. We feel the seasonal change with chill sip and dreamy drizzle. A beautiful poem on nature and winter nicely executed.10