A Promise In Winter

The steel grey sky hung heavy
that day, then the snow began
to fall, drop faster, swirl into
flurries that soon found places
to settle, drift and softly stay.

I remember that day, the air
was chilly, but with a magical
feel, as if that day was meant
to stand out in our memories,
when we walked among the trees.

Boughs hung heavy, weighed
with snow, the flakes were flying
all around, flakes as big as birds,
white feathers hurrying, fluttering,
flurrying, on that winter’s day.

We walked together, footsteps
softly crunching, deep footprints
side by side, soon being covered
by the thickening invading snow,
we held hands, we were together.

Soon the snow covered our tracks,
but we did not look back, only
forward, and found among the
snowy trees, golden hazel catkins,
a sign that spring was not far away.

That day stands out in my mind
like a black and white canvas
where all was in shades of grey,
but we walked onwards, towards
the promise of the golden days.


Gilly J

Gilly,
I hope spring will soon be on its way, but to be realistic, our winter here in New Yirk doesn't actually start for another week, so...
Your friend,
David Fox

An excellent poem, Gilly

Your images are filled with a wintry atmosphere and lots of anticipation.

Spring can seem so very far away when the calendar tells you that winter is just beginning.

Your poem captures those feelings very well.

I enjoyed reading it a lot.

Best,
Carol