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Comes Another Winter Time
The weather forecast just repeated it: Tomorrow the first snow of winter will fall here where I live, and it will be cold. The strenuous time begins when we dream of spring and fragrant fruit blossoms.
In the kitchen there are many baskets with the apples I have harvested. In the last few weeks they have matured, are bright red now! As in every year, I am curious to see how long the apple supply will last this time. Maybe into January if the mice don't nibble on everything before then.
Now the time begins when we occasionally sit together by the warm fire, cracking nuts, throwing their shells into the fire and watching them as they burn. (And eating apples, of course.)
The days when we have to carry heavy water canisters to the animals in the barn because I drained the water pipe since it would freeze.
The time when we are somedays snowed in and it is best to stay at home.
The time when it is sometimes so bright at night with a full moon and snow.
The time when children catch snowflakes with their tongues.
The time when we can hear mysterious whispers in the powdery snow.
The time when I sometimes listen to the snow fall at night.
That time that is going to come now.
the snowflake
on the palm
fairy whisper
No winter, no spring. Tomorrow the first snow of winter will fall. It was just in the weather report again. It's getting cold outside. And also in the house.
cold snap—
my thoughts are wandering
into the tree hollow...
These days, I think of the autumn sun and the colourful forests and the rustling leaves. I remember the days of fruit picking.
And I marvel at the colourful midsummer morning.
I still hear the children playing in the outdoor pool.
These days, I'm waiting for the radiant snow-white full moon night. Knowing that there will be a portion of magic in every snowflake.
But, again and again, my thoughts keep wandering off to the daffodils.
And to pink cherry blossoms.
© Julian Heylinck, 12/2022
#winter #snow #cherryblossom #seasons #snowflake #appletrees #winterpoetry #harvest
In the kitchen there are many baskets with the apples I have harvested. In the last few weeks they have matured, are bright red now! As in every year, I am curious to see how long the apple supply will last this time. Maybe into January if the mice don't nibble on everything before then.
Now the time begins when we occasionally sit together by the warm fire, cracking nuts, throwing their shells into the fire and watching them as they burn. (And eating apples, of course.)
The days when we have to carry heavy water canisters to the animals in the barn because I drained the water pipe since it would freeze.
The time when we are somedays snowed in and it is best to stay at home.
The time when it is sometimes so bright at night with a full moon and snow.
The time when children catch snowflakes with their tongues.
The time when we can hear mysterious whispers in the powdery snow.
The time when I sometimes listen to the snow fall at night.
That time that is going to come now.
the snowflake
on the palm
fairy whisper
No winter, no spring. Tomorrow the first snow of winter will fall. It was just in the weather report again. It's getting cold outside. And also in the house.
cold snap—
my thoughts are wandering
into the tree hollow...
These days, I think of the autumn sun and the colourful forests and the rustling leaves. I remember the days of fruit picking.
And I marvel at the colourful midsummer morning.
I still hear the children playing in the outdoor pool.
These days, I'm waiting for the radiant snow-white full moon night. Knowing that there will be a portion of magic in every snowflake.
But, again and again, my thoughts keep wandering off to the daffodils.
And to pink cherry blossoms.
© Julian Heylinck, 12/2022
#winter #snow #cherryblossom #seasons #snowflake #appletrees #winterpoetry #harvest
