The Last Winter Storm Poem by Hebert Logerie
The Last Winter Storm
The Last Winter Storm
Every year, at the scheduled arrival of March,
Mother Nature became seasonally enraged,
Like a lion, an unjustly imprisoned beast in a cage,
Like a cancer patient walking on stage
For the last time - the last baby is now aged;
Two seasons are about to crush and crash.
Every thing started with the hauling winds
Slapping their huge feathers on my windows,
Mother Nature’s heavily breathing on different rows
Of the trees that refused to be scattered all over like the sands
Of the battered beaches, like the small adoring plants,
Which the deceased grandmothers left on the slants.
Every year, it is the same old thing, the same old rituals,
The school children just love it, since all classes are canceled;
The teachers are understandably elated, because they were told
To stay home as well; the aborted duels
Are bound to take place another day,
Where everyone will fall under a better array.
The last winter storm was really a prelude to spring,
Just like Valentine’s Day was the prelude to Mother’s day;
At dawn, don’t be surprised to hear the cries of a new offspring,
And hundred of little ones performing at the last school play.
Copyright © March 2009, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Got your message, Bert. Here I am perusing your great work all about winter season. Although I've never experience such act of nature, however it could be just the same going into wet or rainy season here in the tropics. The only difference is it's not so cold here as compared to your situation.over there. Anyway, my verdict is double thumbs up. Well done.
You set your stage very well and then the play began and may I add it was a very good play indeed. I could see in my minds eye mother nature herself throwing everything she had got in to your that storm. Well done
i loved it! so rich in details, a poet or writers best work of art
It's a chilly winter all right. Although we don't have winter season here in the Philippines but I could just imagine how cold it would be if it happens here. We have only rainy season or typhoon season 120 of them visits us annually. They're still chilly to the bone and destructive. Nice write and very informative, pal. Thanks
Its very chilling still alarming to readers like me Who didn't fall into such seasonal shores The picture square is very perfect I can see the climate and the conditions that have a say. Good one.
This type of poem will get me every time. I love poems about the end of winter and the beginning of spring. You write it and I will read it. Great poem and a 10+ for me. Keep up the great work Hebert!
Ah, the last winter storm. We get plenty of 'last' winter storms here, even in Spring. Truly a blissful and stunning write. Great imagery and metaphors.
great metaphor, we can wait and hope the crisis will cease
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 3:10:38 AM # 1.0.0
Following in the same steps as the last Black Out, Very well done. Thankyou Hebert for some different memories