Hunters in the Snow (Winter), by Pieter Bruegel the Elder
Barb Clarke

Troubled Soul

Misty fog floating through
bare trees.
Cold waves of wind
coarse through the woods
whistling as they go
like the wail of a
long lost soul.
 
Blankets of still white snow
lay on empty fields
which open this mind
to sublime silence
giving peace to
a troubled time.

Not fond of winter but the cold and quiet can give some time to reflect.
12-18-2016

Today is the coldest day this winter. I stayed indoors, read a book, reminisced, wrote a few lines of verse. I needed it. Nice poem BTW

Sounds like we had the same response to the coldest day so far! Thanks for reading.

I share your eloquently expressed poem because I feel the same way. I think it makes spring so very special and so much appreciated. Keep on writing, it is so enjoyable.

Thanks Ingeborg for your encouragement, it is much appreciated!

Love it!

Thanks Francis.

Very nice, and very true, enjoyed this.

Thanks Charlotte, always nice to hear from you.

I love winter for exactly that: the old and quiet. I used to go walking through the woods at night in the snow just to hear the difference in the world, at how alone you seem. I was never much of a people person. But I very much enjoyed your poem.

Being a people person is overrated! You are a wise soul and a gifted writer. Thanks for your reflection and reading of my poems.

Very true! And there is a certain kind of beauty in winter. I think you described it well.

Thanks for reading and your kind comment.

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