Fiona Burgess

Rookie (22 June 1983 / South Africa)

The Winter Of My Soul - Poem by Fiona Burgess

Cold morning, frozen earth
Frost lying like a blanket
The cool breeze cuts like a knife
Through the thick blanket
I have wrapped around me
I could return to my bed
It's inviting warmth calls to me
But I resist it
For just a few hours
I can feel completely and utterly alone
Nothing and no one exists
The birds are silent
And the world is sleeping
Soon the sun will rise
And thaw the ice
But for now there's merely a faint
Glow on the horizon
The moon is still high in the sky
Glowing coldly, it brings me comfort
The last of the night stars
Glitter like angels tears caught in time
And the world is an artwork
This is my time
The winter of my soul.

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  • Max Reif (8/19/2007 1:54:00 PM)

    I find this quite lovely. Expected to find a poem about depression or lost love, and it's both intersting and beautiful to find the usual image of 'winter' turned on its head. Remind's me a bit of Shakespeare's sonnet about winter, because it really conveys the feeling of the season, in this case mainly the beauty, vividly.
    (ps: in one place you have an apostrophe that doesn't belong, in another you don't have one that does..1) it's 2) angels)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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