With lips of frozen berries I blow a kiss to barren fields and hills, waving brittle leaves still gripped by my twiggy fingers gloved in mist. Just a little longer, I promise. My woody hollows agape, I watch the skies with moss-sculpted eyes adoring ice and snow while you search hedgerows for signs of spring. Just a little longer, I promise. My angular limbs, festooned with beards of frosted lichen, are scented with tannin, while my sisters are already sprouting buds, tiny secrets, harbingers of the turning season. Just a little longer, I promise.
Kim M. Russell, 17th January 2023

Free image by Klim Musalimov on Unsplash
Sanaa is hosting this Tuesday’s Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, and we are contemplating ‘the blizzard of the self’.
Inspired by two poem from Mark Strand and Roberta Hill Whiteman, Sanaa wants us to think about winter, the most difficult and testing time of the year. She says that “when winter comes, loneliness seeks to envelop even the most persevering of us. Strand’s poem ‘Lines for winter’, not only highlights this but also links winter metaphorically to human emotion.” She points out the use of personification and imagery, which is used to portray the significance of moving on and learning to love who we are. ‘Horses in snow’, on the other hand, uses “language, voice, structure and tone to create a story. A story that goes on to tell the readers of the Poet’s belief to keep pushing through.”
Our challenge is to become the embodiment of winter: telling the reader what we feel during this season or describing a typical day in January. Sanaa says we should feel free to go dark and philosophical or perhaps even write a story poem like Whiteman.
Really lovely.
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Thank you Marilyn!
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Oh my heart, this is so moving Kim! The imagery here sets the mood for an in depth analysis and reading as we are led to feel the Poet’s emotions first-hand. I especially like; “I watch the skies with moss-sculpted eyes adoring ice and snow while you search hedgerows for signs of spring.”
Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much for your kind comment, Sanaa!
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I just love the promise of what you are writing, though quite depressing really. But with a winter like the one you describe, I wouldn’t be too eager for spring.
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Thank you, Björn. I was worried that writing from the point of view of winter wouldn’t work.
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Kim I love how you inhabit the consciousness of the tree and write about it with such affection.
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I love trees, and the winter ones seem to have such personalities!
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❤
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Oh Kim, this is beautiful. I especially love these words “harbingers
of the turning season” in reference to the coming spring…just a little bit longer of a wait 🙂
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Thank you Lill. Despite the frost and sleet over the past few days, the snowdrop and daffodil shoots and strong and green,
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those little buds that promise so much. i do enjoy the spring.
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Me too, Rog!
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‘I watch the skies with moss-sculpted eyes’
I imagine winter lurking, like the dwarf in the Singing Ringing Tree, while you/I/we search for signs of spring.
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I’d forgotten about the Singing Ringing Tree!
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Sorry if I’ve brought back the nightmare of it 🙂
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I love your lovely metaphor of the tree encouraging us to wait just a little longer. Your “woody hollows agape” is a nice touch!
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Thank you, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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We’re a ways behind you here, K. The birches are still too frozen to be jealous of the others, which are also still frozen solid. Maybe tomorrow… Fine work, though. Thanks.
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Thanks so much, Ron. Trees have such a special place in the world.
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Seems you luv winter. Nice one
much❤love
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Thanks Gillena!
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This is so lovely! The refrain ties it all together so well.
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Thank you so much, Kate!
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Love this
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Thank you kindly!
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For some, new beginnings and hope are hard to accept. They, like this tree, long for the winter. A beautiful personifiaction, Kim.
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Thank you, Jay. I think trees can symbolise any season, but winter especially.
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Life flourishes on a lattice of “here’s a spot to thrive” and “just a little longer.” Loved the speaker here deeply rooted in her wintry element and sharing the faith.
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Cheers Brendan!
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Ah! the longing,
“Just a little longer,
I promise.”
Beautiful, Kim. 🙂
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Thank you so much, Kitty!
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You are welcome, Kim. 🙂
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“with moss-sculpted eyes…”
Reminds me of the Ents, in the Lord of the Rings trilogy film series.
The personification of a tree is very well depicted in your poem.
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Thank you Tzvi!
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Beautiful ❤
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Thank you!
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