Monday, November 14, 2011

Winter

Winter, come.
Still my restless heart.
Slow my blood.

Let me sleep
wrapped in your solstice
of long night.

Let me rest
in lingering dreams.
Winter, come.

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17 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Such a deceptively gentle poem.

Katherine Krige said...

very nice MZ.

Shawna said...

I love "wrapped in your solstice."

Sylvia K said...

Yes, Let me rest in lingering dreams! Hope your week is off to a great start, MZ!

Sylvia

Caty said...

I never beg for winter, although I do love being wrapped in a blanket :)

darkangelwrites said...

This could easily be a prayer for death, and doesn't make it sound so bad.

happygirl said...

I like the way it makes me want to cuddle under covers. :)

Heaven said...

a gentle voice here MZ ~

lovely share ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

This seems to be a bid for the solace of forgetfulness, the peace of dormancy. Every being needs its winter time-out, I believe.

Marion said...

The precise amount of words in the perfect order: a beautiful poem. xo

Jinksy said...

Then roll on Spring?! :)

ayala said...

Let me sleep
wrapped in your solstice
of long night...love the gentleness of this!

Carrie Burtt said...

We all need this....this beautifully spoken Mama Zen. :-)

Fred said...

Some awesome lines here. Love the wrapped in your solstice and slow my blood. Cool write. thanks

Tara R. said...

I would love to hibernate like this during winter.

Kay L. Davies said...

This is beautiful, the way winter used to be, before traffic concerns and busy-ness made us fear and even hate it.
"Winter, come" is an invitation we welcomed once.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

Other Mary said...

Lovely and restful - I too welcome winter.