A Winter's Eve


  • slimgrady
  • Hello fellow poets. I am originally from a very small very remote town in the woods of northern Maine.The town had a population of 560 souls.I was brought up( in what some would consider to be) abject poverty.If I was I never knew it. Simply due to the fact that everyone around me was in the same "boat".I have been writing from my teens. I enjoy the woods to this day. I hunt fish and hike whenever possible.And through the years I've learned that there is a God and that I'm not it. "SLIM"

Poem Commentary

These are memories of a winter's eve in northern Maine.

A Winter's Eve

The window pains were adorned with frosted shapes that appeared to have been etched
by some master craftsman's hand.

Icicles clung to the eves like fine crystals hanging from a chandelier.And the evening winds drifted the new fallen snow into ever changing shapes
across the frozen land.

Smoke rose from the chimney.Barely visible
against the grayish winter sky.
The smell of burning hardwood. Testament to 
the warmth inside.

The shelled husks of seeds.Strewn amids
tiny tracks,gave clue to the perpetrators identity.
Leading one to believe that the evergreen bough,
laded with snow, was the idea abode
in which the culprit could reside.

Somewhere in the distance.Across the barren fields,the audible whine of a tire.Trying no doubt,to free itself from a snowbank.
Indicative of an over zealous driver on Butchers curve.

The winter night settles in.The last of the day
finds itself to tiered to put up a struggle.
So, going to bed it falls asleep.But it does so knowing that it's deeds will preserve. 


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ginga commented on A Winter's Eve


Slimgrady, A lovely poetic and nature story with wonderful imagery and a matter of fact storyteller voice that fascinates. ginga

Rhymer commented on A Winter's Eve


Very good write the imagery was great, you and me are the same age and you live close to WV so 10 from me.



Rhymer.Thank you for your comment! I'm glad theres a few of us "old dudes" out there writing.I hope you have a wonderful holiday and a safe New Years! "Slim"

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

slimgrady’s Poems (19)

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A Winter's Eve 2
A poets heart 3
Adrift 0
Through innocent eye's 1
"Don't want to leave" 1
Indifferent love 1
Sweet gental one 0
mousy mouse 5
the Miracles 2
Freedom from self 2
Season's pass 1
Meadow flowers 2
Another Day 1
The passing 0
Faithless soul 2
Grampie's little boy 1
I have heard 1
Nature of the Beast 2