Poem: Cold Winter 8

January 24th, 2014

How did they know? Those farmers…
How did they know of the frigid and bluster
Of this year’s winter?
The proof is in the pudding
And the pudding is cold as stone
And hard as ice.
Doesn’t even seem the right word for this feeling.
And the perpetual snow drifts across the roads,
Like snakes of white powder
Side-swiping between the tires and biting at them,
Turning them to ice in an instant.
And the cats eyes of taillights
Glaring behind as if angry of the cold as well.
I’m tired of it too, but my car is warm,
Mostly, and I’m willing to go around in it.
But don’t ask me to get out and brave the frozen wasteland.
My only consolation remains that
The days do grow longer,
And soon will come the crocuses.

 – Sarah ><>

Poem: Cold Winter 7

January 22nd, 2012

The ice came and took its victims.
Freezing and snapping and catching,
Holding us hostage until it so pleased.
But the sun came and rescued us.
And in response, the ice melted,
Exhaling a mist into the sky –
At night, obscuring the sights
And refracting the lights so they scatter
And blend and flood as much as the water.
Red and white and yellow and green,
Bright and obtrusive,
Tainting the scene.
But the lake is near untouched
With the haze rising above
And weaving its way through the waterlogged trees.
They never drown.
And the train awakens and the white lights
Between the cars like buck teeth
Flash and pulse and faster and faster
And gone.

 – Sarah ><>

Poem: Cold Winter 6

February 17th, 2007

The dark engulfs me and the trees surrounding.
The moon is bright behind the branches
Causing the limbs to look other-worldly
Refracting through the ice encased around them.
Oh I’m warm in my little car,
But cold is lurking outside,
Wishing to take me aside and introduce me
To this Martian foliage of glass and light.
But I know if we become acquainted
It would spell certain death to me.
Yes, to know these beasts, to be intimate!
I can’t even imagine.
Such a look of wonder presides on my face
As I stare out the window at the trees.
Can they be real? Or,
Maybe they are in my mind,
With their vibrant illumination.
Hmm, I cannot tell.
They must be real, but I’m sure they would
Break if I stare much longer.

 – Sarah ><>

Poem: Cold Winter 5

January 28, 2005

Cold and my lips unmoving
Silence filling in the voids within these walls
Yet my thoughts are rushing
Swirling as fast as the snow
Caught in the dance of the Winter wind
Tossing and thrashing
Sweeping the sky as salt.
Never resting to stick together
Just flying through the air
To strike at my face; bite my nose.
My mind dulled by the constant
Throw of snow and flakes
Protected only by my scarf and gloves
Wrapped around my neck
A meager attempt at warmth.
When will my thoughts feel to me
A gentle summer breeze?
Not until the air turns warm
And the wind comes from the other side
Where the sun is sleeping.

Sarah ><>

Poem: Cold Winter 4

January 26, 2005

Sickness is a reminder
Of Winter’s lack of sustenance
So easy to lose control of the body
The nose, head, throat, joints,
Heart, soul…
Trapped in the cage of self
Craving for release and when
Self’s door opens and the fresh air
Beckons on the other side,
Too lazy to lift a finger or toe
The desire is gone, once known
That only cold exists beyond my shelter
Hapless, distorted, nauseous
Staying inside or suffer the cold
Choices not so easily made
Nor when my body is boggled down
By this worm writhing free in me.
I wish to stamp it out, discipline
But no avail, nothing will stop it
So I lay here, cold, unaffected.

Sarah ><>

Poem: Cold Winter 1-3

January 22, 2005


A bitter, cold and aching feeling
Embraces me this winter.
The soft snow tumbling outside
Kissing the window and my eyes.
The loneliness of the season
Creeps in and paws at me,
Blankets me like the snow
Covering, burying me, cold
My heart is warmed only
By the thoughts of a summer
Spent with people at my side
And only a care to their eternity.
I can’t completely remember
What brought me from there to here:
The responsibilities of pushing ahead
A broken heart from the West
And South
The feeling of my hopes and dreams
Racing away from me to the unreachable
Or just the cold, cold wind outside.


Frigid and unfeeling in the snow
Mind and heart deadened by the cold.
Do I really feel anything anymore?
Only a gnawing at my soul
“I am alone, so alone.”
In my thoughts, doings, body
Alone and unaware.
Fingers are freezing in the air
Biting at them, red from the chill
I beat them against my leg
Waiting for the blood to flow
Feeling nothing, I sigh
Watching my breath take form
And vanish in the steady,
Falling snow, so cold.
I inhale and feel the cold air
Pierce my chest and shiver
Longing for warmth to fill me again
To move inside me and awaken
The sleeping spirit buried within.


A tree once green now captive
To the white clinging to its branches
The colors in my mind are
But a phantom of what used to be.
Exactly as I feel in the bland,
Colorless world I see before me:
No grass to run through,
Nor tree to climb,
No flowers to pick or make wishes on.
My feet trapped within these shoes
Long to be set free and breathe.
The red of a cardinal lights on a tree
Set for a moment and mocks me
Laughing at my petty thoughts
And arguments of injustice
Then flies away casually
As if to say, “It’s not my problem.”
Just a memory added to memories
Of color and conversation
Absent in this cold, cold winter.

Sarah ><>