The Melancholy Of A Winters Day Poem by Katinka Havermans

The Melancholy Of A Winters Day

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It is a cold, crisp morning
I shiver in my winter coat
I'm looking over the fields
Thinking of the letter you wrote

The meadow is covered with ripe
There is a gloom of a winter afternoon
I'm still walking past the corn field
Hearing your voice telling me: I'm coming, soon

The melancholy of this winters day
Is rubbing off on my mood
Fog is starting to creep up around the fields
Is it me it want's to include?

Suddenly I feel as if I'm not alone
As if there is a presence I can't explain
I start to ran as fast as I can
Am I hearing voices or am I going insane?

Suddenly I feel I'm starting to fall
I can't see a thing through the thickening mist
Nothing makes me more relieved then
To hear your voice and you grabbing me by the wrist

You're so cold, you say rubbing my fingers warm
I've been out here all day, pondering, waiting for you
You laugh, wrap your arms around me to warm me
And while the fog surrounds us, we disappear from view

© KH

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 21 March 2020

The melancholy of this winters day Is rubbing off on my mood Fog is starting to creep up around the fields Is it me it want's to include? Melancholy, sadness, a strong emotion that can lead us or destroy us if not controlled. very finely portrayed. you have a special gift to go deep into the inner being. tony

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Dr Antony Theodore 06 February 2019

The melancholy of this winters day Is rubbing off on my mood Fog is starting to creep up around the fields Is it me it want's to include? ....relationships, desire, wishes, disappointments. a very fine poem. tony

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