The Winter Field

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    The Winter Field

    The earth slumbers under a blanket white
    The wind and the trees in lively debate
    In tones I feel but I can’t comprehend
    I make the snow talk with every step I tred

    The bright yellow sun of mid afternoon shines
    Framed by a crisp clear and bluest blue sky
    Over distant gray hills marking a rough border
    Nearer at hand windswept and dazzling white

    I’ve come to a field that I know very well
    In summer corn is the crop and high it grows
    To the left just past the wall an apple tree
    And on the right to balance it out a small house

    The field has stalks of maize risen from below 
    Like drunken skyscrapers in row after row
    While elsewhere the wind has been busy writing
    But what has been written I do not know

    The apple tree is a wild tree with small fruit
    Still in its upper branches can a few be seen
    While the lower branches have been stripped clean
    I can see the trails and tracks of regular visits

    The house though in stark contrast lies empty
    The roof swayback and covered in deep snow
    The chimney is silent and the panes frosted
    Shutters awry and the path covered in snow

    I notice a solitary crow sitting in the tree
    I look at him and he head cocked back at me
    I cannot tell for sure but I think we both agree
    That this is no longer a place for men to be

    And yet something moves me and I clamber through
    Snow knee deep and crusty to the houses door
    I breathe and wipe away a spot of frost
    I look in to see just what has been lost

    Afterwards I pause in thought back on the lane
    Thinking in years not counted as very many
    The field will not look balanced at all
    The apple tree will be unbalanced by the houses fall 

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    UnworthyFather commented on The Winter Field

    06-21-2009

    Very well done, Mr. Frost. I enjoyed that walk through the winter's snow. Your imagery is superb, and the subtle rhyming scheme was excellent. Thanks for sharing.

    trocka7 commented on The Winter Field

    06-20-2009

    I really loved this! I love winter, and this spoke to me....I also have a poem posted that is all about winter, thanks for sharing this!

    kmeadows commented on The Winter Field

    06-19-2009

    I found your poem very interesting. I could feel myself there. I liked your line in the first stanza "I make the snow talk with every step I tred". It was the point where your poem opened up to me.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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