FEBRUARY THOUGHTS

In deepest winter yet I walk
among my friends now all stripped bare
as time continues its slow stalk,
that lone hunter we all share,
but he's forgotten on this day.

For I've come here to escape time
as chill winds toss scant clouds about
and outlines puddles with thin rime
in low spots all along my route,
a logging road of frozen clay.

Until I find a favorite spot
a low bluff over middling stream
a place I think by most forgot
a perfect place to sit and dream
to listen to the pine trees sway.

So I sit and let mind wander
to places and the people passed
then about my future ponder,
the end of which approaches fast
as middle age now slips away.

Which leads me to the coming spring;
its promise of continued life,
the hope and blessings it will bring,
another year with loving wife,
and grandchildren with which to play.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost, Burns, Longfellow, Poe, and Johnson. I guess you've noticed these are all past masters. Other than folks on site I don't read any contemporary poets .

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Comments

Frenchf

12 years 4 months ago

Is there a new baby

In your life?is that the spring.?

scribbler

12 years 4 months ago

Hi French

Yes there is. After being told by both sons and daughters-in-law that there was no interest in having children .We were surprised with a grandson the first of February. So now I'm Officiallyy and old codger lol. .............stan PS Did I not post the poem "BUNDLES' here? better check that...............stan

Frenchf

12 years 4 months ago

Yes I had it read

And it was good. I remember the gray haired arms

scribbler

12 years 4 months ago

Hi French

i Thought I'd posted it by way of announcement lol.............stan

wesley snow

12 years 3 months ago

If I said "Norman Rockwell"...

... would that please or insult you?
I have always been able to count on you presenting me, with a clear mind's eye, a fresh and accurate picture. Snowy woods on a winter's evening and more. You are a lovely poet.
If I have no children and therefore no chance to be a grandfather, can I still grow up to be an old codger? I really want to be an old codger. They can do or say anything and get away with it.

scribbler

12 years 3 months ago

Hi Wes

Chris and Lonnie have both called me Norman and how could one be offended by being compared to such an artist? And I thought you were Already a codger because you always say what you want anyway lol. Now excuse me , I have to go buy some bigger hats..............stan