Winter Reflections

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is something I wrote after a walk one cold winter day some four years ago. Looking back on it now, I can see where it was my first thoughts on the similarities of the seasons of nature and the seasons of life.

My later writings of poetry evolved from this along with the inspiration from a very special woman that came into my life two years after I wrote this piece.

I had lost the original to this short story, but the memories of the walk were still quite vivid. As I was rewriting it just a couple of months ago, I found that bits and pieces of my poetry were imbedded in this story before any of my poetry had even been written. I have added those verses into the story for reflection on my part, but more so that I shall not forget to look for the words as I go through life's seasons.

It's obvious to me now, four years later, that the words were inside of me all along, but it took the love and friendship of one special lady to bring it out of me. For that gift, I will always be thankful.

So my friends, please remember this was my first attempt to put words on paper. I just wanted you all to know where I feel my poetry evolved from. Hope it makes sense!

Write on my friends!

It was a cold day. One of those days where the wind cuts right through a persons clothing and makes a presence in their soul. The snow was only about four inches deep but had been laying there for a while and was somewhat crunchy instead of powderyas when snow first falls to the ground. As I left the comfort of the house, I could hear every step, but the sound of my heart pumping was just as loud in my head as it attempted to keep me warm. It was a good day for a walk and........
I leave myself to fingers wind
After placingmy knit hat on my head, I started digginginto the pocket inside my coat for my gloves, the cold already effecting my hands.As I pull them on one at a time, I stood and looked over at the pond. My every breath turning to frozen vapor as it hit the cold air. Therewas a thin ring of ice thatwas floating on the dark blue water. A couple of small birdswere standing right on top of itwith their faces buried under a wing. Ithought of a couple of other places I would rather be right now than on top of that pond, asI laughed to myself, but they seemed content. For them it seemedas if........
timeis standing, standing still
I started to walkdown the long sloping back yard towards the woods. The fire ring we use in the summerwas dark, but I closed my eyes as I passed it andIgot a scent of the burnt wood in my nose that had long ago gone cold. I washeading in the direction that the sun would set and was now entering the trees. There was a stark difference on how far I could see into the forest as the trees were now stripped of their leaves. It hada feelof......
as bare branches then force us to walk to the light
Deeper and deeper I walked into the forest on a familiar path, as I had been here before many times. The wind biting at my face, mysenses feeling my heart now beating faster andmy breath flowing long streams of icy smoke. I had to stop a few times to rest as the slope was now quite steep, but thesight of the valley got deeper as I got closer to my destination. On my last break, looking up the hill, a rabbit crossed the path in front of me very quickly and caught me by surprise. I am sureit was more startled than I on this cold windy day. As I continued climbing and looking up to the top, I noticed that.......
so close I am to cresting this hill
As Iwas nowontop of the ridge overlooking the valley below, Iwalked for a short while and then came upon an old friend. A tree. It appeared to be an old oak treethat had fallen many years ago. We had shared quite a few moments together during different times and seasons. As I satupon it, I got a feeling that it knew I was there. I stroked the rough exterior bark noticing that most of it had fallen off. The ravages of time and weather taking it toll. Exposing its very core and I understandingits feeling at that momentin time. So fornow, a fewprecious moments,we would share this together because........
as seasons change in nature they do so in life
Now peering across the landscape, I saw the stream flowing that had formed the valley below meand wondering to myself where it began, where it would end. Hundreds of years of carving and creating. The clouds in the western sky were breaking up and the sun was now setting. As it dipped below the hills in the distance, the trees turned jet black and looked as if thousands of fingers were reaching for the sky. The clouds had every color in the rainbow imbedded in them from the setting sunand the reflection to the valley below took on all of those colors as well on the stark white snow. At that very moment the wind magically just stopped. Not a breath. It creating a silence that was almost deafening. All I could hear now was my heartbeat in my soul. Looking down once again to my old friend, I realized that even though both of our cores were exposed, I knew I could count on.......
the transparent shield holds my love within
Saying goodbye to my friend in my mind, I promised to return at another time, another season. A time where two old friends can share a day. The walk back was quiet reflectionand as I cleared the trees, Ibegan thinkingof something that had not yet crossed my mind. Looking ahead of me was the one set of foot prints that began my journey and suddenly Irealized I am alone. Behind meis two sets of prints and my thoughtsgo back to her. Problem is, at the time, I don't even know who she is, but I know she is out there. Turning again to the one set of prints, I am now sure.......
two write the lyrics and then becomes one
Entering the warmth of the house and removing all of my winter gear, my thoughts were still of her. An angel not yet seen. The promise of love in a future time, a future season. Even though I now walk alone, she is with me and......
her and I will continue "A Walk I Will Always Remember".


Submitted: June 12, 2007

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Rowan Brooks

You are amazing. Thats all there is to it. Such great description! You put the poicture firmly in my mind and it is beautiful! Good job!

Tue, June 12th, 2007 6:53pm

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thank you so much for your comments... fought with myself for a while about posting this piece... glad I did now... thanks again!

Tue, June 12th, 2007 12:36pm

Spencer Phoenix

I'm glad I was able to see this one. It shows where youve been and where your going and even reinforces a little faith in myself. Well done dd. The best way I could describe this is a collage of who you are and the history of your soul. Keep writeing my friend. SP

Wed, June 13th, 2007 7:10am

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collage of who I am... interesting SP... I agree that it may be a collage of my soul to writing... but I have to believe that who I am is because of my mother... her guidance in my formadable years coupled with the inspiration from another, has allowed my writing to evolve the way it has... the blood from them, as well as all of you, fills my pen... thank you for that... write on my friends!

Wed, June 13th, 2007 9:24am

Saturday Night

I was completely blown away. What a fantastic piece of writing. It's always been amazing to me how nature can bring so much emotion out of us. The very emotion so many people hide out there in the rat race of our lives. I very much enjoyed your beautiful verse as it so reminded me of myself not to long ago. Thank you for making my night.

Thu, June 14th, 2007 3:37am

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well when I can make Saturday Night's day on a Wednesday night then the planets are certainly aligned properly... lol... glad you enjoyed it... thanks so much SN

Wed, June 13th, 2007 8:47pm

LDHagg1981

Once again you have done it. I love this and it makes feel as though I am right there with you or as if I took that walk by myself. I hope that all this writing that you are going is doing you good and that you keep on writing.

Fri, June 22nd, 2007 5:27am

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Love to write... to be able to share my thoughts and feelings with others... I appreiciate every read and comment as it helps me to understand how the readers feel and at the same time, hopefully make me a better writer... thanks once again!

Fri, June 22nd, 2007 6:23am

Duaner

This is absolutly amazing... Winter is an amazing holiday... Please dont stop writing... YOur peices encourage me to write... Peace

Wed, June 27th, 2007 8:50am

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honored I can inspire another with my words... I promise to continue to write... as long as you promise to do the same...

Wed, June 27th, 2007 2:13am

zephyrmail

not sure just how I missed this----it's tremendous work--so very descriptive I felt I had walked that road at some point in time...I could feel the cold wind blowing, and hear the quiet when it stopped...
please tell me you have NOT stopped writing !! ????
This site needs your style ...but, maybe you've moved on to better things :)...if so, best of luck to you !

Sun, September 9th, 2007 11:58pm

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Hey Z!... I just posted my first new work in almost two months "International Incarceration"... hopefully it will shead some light as to why I haven't written for a while... thank you so much for the comments here on this piece!!... I hope to be back in full force here soon, but I still have some things to sort out... I miss you all and... write on my friends!

Mon, September 10th, 2007 3:32pm

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