Dreaming Winter Is Past Poem by Susan Williams

Hi Susie, When winter eats up all your mirth and warmth, we keep our lives together only on the hope that, When winter is here, Spring can not be far away! This anticipation, you have captured as a dream; a dream-come-true. And a gloomy gray yesterday gives way to the beautiful spring day. That brings back happiness; dispels snow drifting around in silence most profound. And the most important, worst sign of winter is is the wind; and so, should we call it winder? And what wind? ? chill of wind, howl of fierce fanged wind- fiercely distressingly deadly venomous image! tossing-the-tree-tops-in-a-frenzy wind. so destabilizing.. No more muffling to death all sign of life and sound No more rain pounding down on the town Nor dribbling down nor drooling down is what we look forward in the spring. And the hope that spring brings is: Just a gorgeous blue-skied, sun-warming-our-back day A birds-cheeping-and-swooping day, The blue-eyed-boy-of-a-day~ And the venom-of-wind gives way to: a barely-a-whisper-of-a-breeze day! ! ! . How wonderfully written. exuding positive energy, the usual Sesanite potery.. Loved reading. A big 100+++

Susan, You hit the perfect notes here. Winter....is often paired with age. Yes, there is old man winter, and here he is dribbling and drooling. And spring indeed is portrayed as infancy...the common personification. And for at least one fleeting moment, all infants are blue-eyed at birth (OK, for the record, I think that's actually a myth, but it is one that gets repeated a lot) . And here we have the blue-eyed spring day...Great poem, with a seamless presentation. A 10 for sure.

Anjandev! I am glad you enjoyed the read, that is music to any writer's ears! ! !

Sublime piece........wonderful to read..........thank u, dear poetess.......anjandev roy.

Soran, I am so glad you are reading and commenting on my poetry- your comments make me want to go deeper and better. Thank you for faving this one and giving it top marks! ! !

Winter is past.... Winter has come again, but the spring that Susan referred to in her excellent poem still exists and remains within herself. Because her beautiful poem is all psychological signs and symbols, referring to the victory of happiness over the defeat of depression and sadness, but she successfully employed psychological states in the various components of nature. a barely-a-whisper-of-a-breeze day! ! ! well done with a top rate and onto my fav list

No more snow drifting around in silence most profound No more muffling to death all sign of life and sound