"One must have a mind of winter /To regard the frost and the boughs /Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;" from "The Snow Man" by Wallace Stevens, 1921
Winter is the sole literate season
Its frosty phraseology abounds
Legible are its crisp forms by reason
From cold and water, it symbols compounds
Why then, does cold writing scare so many?
Cold can destroy, but mostly, it preserves
Notes and research? Winter hasn’t any
Being itself, in its own cool way, serves
Frost makes its forms, its fractal family
Without a scheme or plot deliberate;
Cold manifests itself, and so simply
Makes water freeze, like ink made coherent
Let your mind be winter, frosting the ink
Freeze what flows to represent what you think
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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serve (v.) late 12c., serven, "to render habitual obedience to, owe allegiance to," also "minister, give aid, give help," from Old French servir "to do duty toward, show devotion to; set table, serve at table; offer, provide with," from Latin servire "be a servant, be in service, be enslaved;" figuratively "be devoted; be governed by; comply with; conform; flatter," originally "be a slave," related to servus "slave," which is of uncertain origin.
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
Comments (6)
Love this one :) And the fluffy snow trees on the keyboard...
Cold is harsh and cold can burn. Cold is a teacher and it'll make you learn. Lol, I don't know what nonsense it that, just ignore it. Loved your poem!
I don't experience winter where I'm from but I found this poem to be wonderful.
Winter is my favorite season.❄️ I love your blend of words capturing its spellbinding essence.
So lovely! And I like the snowflakes in between the lines too. It looks pretty.
Lovely winter poetry