Friday, February 28, 2020

And now is winter

by Steve King
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And now is winter well begun,
every old hard dream.
Forgotten, that fair suite
that flew the distant airs of spring.

Morns, I chant the same old lies:
how each new increment of evening sun
promises of kindlier things to come;
how darkness is that salutary thing
where one might pause
and get forgetting done.

A new poem for Joy's 55


  1. A lovely lilt and almost Shakespearean feel to this,Steve, though the message is suitably wintry, even bleak. That second line is a winter's jab to the heart, indeed. I agree with the narrator, and wonder if forgetting ever gets done these days; darkness often just seems to make my own remembering stronger. A sharp, concise yet beautifully balanced and lyric 55, Steve. I'm so glad you could join us.

  2. Beautiful reverie, Steve. Your closing lines are especially wonderful. I loved the feeling I had while reading this......I do much looking back at this time of my life.

  3. I adore the opening two lines, and the final two especially, but one must take this small jewel in its finely crafted entirety to do it justice as a reader. Bravo for this nuanced, carefully written gem.

  4. I find this poem to be most relevant to my way of thinking at present.. somewhat mournful at the start of each day when purpose becomes clouded.

  5. Ohhh, I love this poem so much! I adore the rhythm which gives it a classic feel. And I love the sentiment, as I get my forgetting done this morning over coffee. I find myself clinging to the dark of winter and resenting the encroaching spring. Geez.