WINTER COMES TOO SOON
Autumn,
That too-fickle season
Has thrown off Joseph’s coat
And turned to winter.
–
Gone the leaves
Brilliant matinees of airborne jewels
Illuminated in prismatic splendor
By the sun piercing a brittle blue sky–
Replaced with blackened limbs
Stretching naked arms towards a glowering sky.
–
The season of alms and hunger has begun.
Gone the pelting rains
Which poured down window panes
Like crinkled crepe paper
Distorting the view of the shearing outside.
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Gone too, are the golden sunsets
Where a beam of light transposes
Distant trees, paints the belly of clouds.
–
The leaves and color are gone
And that is as it should be.
What is now outside
Hints at what is beginning inside–
A long passage through a muted season.
–
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2013
Tags: "Winter Comes Too Soon", CZ Narcissist Slayer Award, Jane Kohut-Bartels, Narcissism, poetry, season's change, Winter
December 28, 2013 at 11:16 am
LOVE this painting too.
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December 28, 2013 at 2:13 pm
wish it was mine….I had it in a file, but didn’t have the painter included….I believe it is early Dutch.
Thanks, CS….and Happy New Year!
Love, Jane
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December 31, 2013 at 11:00 pm
Lovely, Jane…the crystal vase is elegant, the painting wonderful and the poem rich and sensitive.
I nominated you for a “narcissist slayer” award if you have time to visit my blog today: http://n-continuum.blogspot.com/2013/12/you-can-call-me-rick-or-you-can-call-me.html
Happy New Years!
Love,
CZ
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January 1, 2014 at 12:31 am
I am so Honored!!!! Thank you, and a wonderful New Year to You, CZ.
without your writing, I think many of us would be shuffling off in circles. LOL!
Love,
Jane
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January 21, 2014 at 12:49 pm
The painting is beautiful – everyone on the natural ice.
My favourite bit from the poem:
What is now outside
Hints at what is beginning inside–
A long passage through a muted season.
Appreciating more of what winter has to offer :).
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January 21, 2014 at 2:25 pm
Yep…to me, TR, winter gives calm and peace, a serenity and silence…a sparseness of palette that is a healing balm to our pysches. Sometimes! When the damn dogs aren’t howling or fighting the back yard. LOL!
It is a long passage of fertility in the making…this winter…or can be. It’s all how we apply it. I love winter best because it concentrates the senses and can be the most productive season of all…
Hugs, Jane
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