the sound of winter
room by room he drifted
attending to the windows
first shutting the storm
then locking the
lower sash with the upper
he moved mechanically
like an old timepiece
powered by the sun
the swift hand moving
hesitatingly from lack of light
his thoughts fleeting
like the gray winds outside
leaning on the last window
he felt oddly safe
but desperately alone
the sound of winter
forever secured inside
november two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Dang! that last line was a stunner – beautifully written
Thank you so much, Kathleen.
Wonderfully written! Thank you
Thank you, Chris, I’m happy you think so.
This one is a jewel. Well done.
Thank you so much my friend…the gray day seemed to have put me in a mood ;`)
I think this piece is less about the weather and more about a futile attempt to keep time at bay but whatever the message, this is a rare study with a very human element – ‘like an old timepiece/powered by the sun’ – nice work JMW.
I would tend to agree with your assessment, Mike. Thanks so much for your comments here.
Beautiful and haunting! Just loved it. Reads smooth as silk.
Thank you so much, Kim – glad you enjoyed this piece.
Exactly.. that last line modified the whole meaning.. and made it so much stronger.
Thank you, Björn.