Winter’s Reach

Not far from here,
sequestered in
forgotten cracks of
hidden boards below
decks scattered across
this city, winter
awaits. At just the
right moment
reaching out with
a tentacle of frost –
slipping across graying
once green grass – it will
Midas in silver and we will
awaken in a diamond.
And then, with purity, it will pounce
and pronounce us its subjects –
for a time,
for a time.

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12 thoughts on “Winter’s Reach

  1. Still love Midas as a verb…

  2. Marie Taylor says:

    Brrrr! I feel it coming now. Lovely images.

  3. jannatwrites says:

    This personifies winter well – as a being ready to exert authority over its subjects. I hope you’re prepared – I think winter in Canada is a completely different beast than the winter I know in Arizona. I’m sure your winter would bring me to my knees 🙂

    • agjorgenson says:

      Yes, it seems these days that I am personifying everything these days! Perhaps it is something in the water… I think you would quickly learn how to endure our winters. I should note that the part of Canada I now live in is much milder than where I was raised. Winters there were terribly serious, with winter days of minus 40 degrees F.

  4. shoreacres says:

    I’m still not sure how I feel about “Midas” used this way, but never mind that. It’s a lovely poem, and anyone who’s watched frost grow on a window knows that you’ve captured exactly how winter works. It’s not all bluster and force. It’s filled with delicacy and sparkle and purity — until March mud season comes, of course!

    I know it gets long, and tiresome, and difficult, but I do envy you the excitement of looking forward to winter, and of wnter itself.

    • agjorgenson says:

      Thanks for the thoughts on Midas. Constructive critiques are as helpful as bouquets. i recall as a child, when and where weather was more severe and walls less insulated, the delight of frost slowly taking over the window. We used to have plastic over them, and as a child I could not resist poking the tight plastic – to my mother’s exasperation. Winter is long here, but about 6 weeks shorter than Alberta, so I cannot complain! Besides, I now have that marvellous Diabolo to assist the task of shoveling snow (as you may remember from a post a year ago or so).

  5. Good alliteration and imagery in the opening.

  6. dianerivers says:

    Seems especially appropriate this week as the “tentacles of frost” reach out for us here in Illinois and so many north of us are “awakening in a diamond” . Oh, yes, it’s coming for us. Thanks for calling out winter and warning us! Beautifully written, as always.

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