november

Patty Brown
2 min readNov 15, 2022

the morning was so cold

everything was frozen

the dahlia leaves

the sweet potatoe vine

all the annuals i nurtured

my heart broke just a little bit

the sadness of losing what i love

the bees are gone

the butterflies

the goldfinch

i knew winter would come

the bareness of trees

the gray days

everything that awaits spring

the daffodils will reappear

the crocus

but winter is here

i reach inside to find the light

the short days

the long nights

of clear

star laden skies

it happens every year

all the goodbyes

and i linger here

in wait of the stark of winter

the world feels a chilled kind of holy

a candle flickering

a frosty window pane

ice crystals shimmer like glitter

but life is not the same

i gaze outside myself

the loneliness of midwinter is edging near

until the solstice arrives

a kind of incandescent gloom

and then on the coldest day

spring begins to bloom

and winter wanes and fades

as does the seasons of my life

my sacred time on earth

the moments before nature’s rebirth

to cozy by a fire

on a winter’s eve

with the people i love

the warmth of time

my pups cozy next to me

my favorite song

to feel loved in this world

and in the scheme of things

to fit and in some way to belong

when the nights freeze

and the morning’s frost

the sunrise in pink and orange

in the empty gray of winter

when much feels lost

and time moves slow

i wake and wander the woods

the sound of my footsteps

on fallen dead leaves

the longing whistle of the train

cold hands

warm heart

i remain

as i meander

towards the magic of spring

~ patty brown

art by elaine hayes- “winter twilight snow”

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Patty Brown

If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.