By Lisa, NetSnacks

King Winter came early this year, one evening he scattered a layer of snow quiet and resolute over the landscape. The King knocked caution, embraced me, and I stretched out my arms to receive King Winter's first kiss while his wind caressed my hair. We were in the very beginning of our love affair.

In the coming months King Winter dominates much of my life. We will have a passionate and strong relationship marked by happiness, anger and grief

I will feel Happiness because King Winter creates so many beautiful sculptures in the landscape, Joy because King Winter allows me generously to ski through his white powdered cape and feel a buzzing happiness of life. Devotion when King Winter is tenderly tickling my face cautious with his snowflakes.

I will be jealous when King Winter is not present and leaves the landscape desolate and lifeless. I will feel the anger when he sends furious snowstorms or an unstopable scatter of snow. Frenzy when he evilly sentences me with a biting cold that is ruining my plans.

The sadness comes when King Winter is getting old, he becomes weaker and weaker until he finally has to give way for the spring. Then I feel the sorrow because I know this King Winter never comes back.

No King Winter is the same. Some are generous, others are angry and evil, while some are gentle and tolerant - every winter a new King is coming.

How King Winter will be this year I can only tell when he has cried his last tears and his white cape is gone.


Hisham said... @ November 2, 2008 at 4:23 PM

So sweet Lisa, keep the good work!!

Kelly said... @ November 2, 2008 at 8:11 PM


That is just beautiful! I am not much of a fan of King Winter. Where I live, we do not get very much snow so it is just cold and often windy. However, I do enjoy a good snow storm when we get one. Also, I miss the longer days with the sun and start feeling deprived.

Your writing is incredible and this poem paints a vivid picture in the reader's mind. I will think of your King Winter throughout the upcoming months!

Take care,


Honest Investor said... @ November 3, 2008 at 2:11 AM

A sanguine tribute by an emerging writer, resulting in the readers begging for more.

Every entr'acte leads us back to re-reading your prose. We want more.....

Good job, Lisa.


Lisa said... @ November 10, 2008 at 11:32 AM

Thank you all for your inspiring comments. This is the first poem I have written in years, with your kind feedback you have motivated me to write and publish more poems.

DR VINNY BOOM BOTTS said... @ November 19, 2008 at 6:20 PM

I, like you, see people in the open world. I like thunder storms and see them as Mother Nature telling us to remember how small we are. Then when its over we feel not only better but bigger somehow.
Very nice piece I like it when the snow talks to you when you step on it, so many voice's.


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