Finding Winter Now

by abracadabra   Oct 28, 2010


To eat the first mango of Spring,
we walked to the park,
escorted by excited blossoms at our feet
and quivering blue weather ahead.

There, sitting on the daisy-speckled grass,
surrounded by trees crowned with misty green
and my teeth sunk in mango,
you discovered a white hair on my head.

On my head,
it had been
stripped, starved, it had
curled into
itself, hideous,
ashamed,
lonely and strange
and new.

At length, the wind carried it away
to a day stretching longer and brighter
than the last,
for now.

I looked to the deepening folds
of your smile. I looked to your eyes
through the distant years, fading slowly
with my reflection.

I looked down to the lines
gathering on your hand
resting on my hand.

Spring burst itself around me, then,
warm and tremulous
and ancient.

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  • 5 years ago

    by nouriguess

    I love this. The grey "lonely and strange and new" hair represents a strange and new chapter of your life, but it's a chapter that you will be experiencing with him by your side which makes it all feel "warm and tremulous and ancient". I haven't found my first grey hair yet, but I can see a few wrinkles under my eyes. I am looking forward to this phase, hopefully with my guy. Thank you for being the best poet every time.

  • 14 years ago

    by Cam M

    Thoughtful words, my friend.

    It's good to see you penning again.

    You see, love and deep friendship can bring forth such wonders... :)

  • 14 years ago

    by silvershoes

    The youngness of Spring making you feel old? Making you wonder if the one you're with is the one you'll be with for the rest of your life? Feel like you're running out of time?

    Well, this poem gave me so many impressions, it was a bit hard to handle. Excellent writing, really. No clue why you're being down-voted when this is quite obviously a better poem on PnQ.

    C'est la vie. Keep it up, chica.

  • 14 years ago

    by Nicko

    Did you change the title? No never mind.

    Spring has always always been my favourite season. It signifies NEW, new life, when nature is at its most glorious, full of promise, it rejuvenates, reinvigorates

    You seem to have captured all of that and more, for with spring we have always looked to capture love and the promise of...

    Yet at the same time you have instilled an amount of reality with your "white hair" something that is inevitable yet not to be dwelled on just yet, that is for another day "for now"

    Your last stanza finishes perfectly; you seem to have gathered all around you, content with the implications...life is good

  • 14 years ago

    by sibyllene

    I nominated this poem for the contest, but I didn't yet know how to comment on it. I still don't, really. It's hard to smack words onto something you love, and I happen to love every little thing you write. The last three stanzas are pure wonder. You have that moment, the mango. You have the taste of the fruit, the juice from the corners of your mouth, you have the vision of the trees, the feel of the wind, and in that moment you're taken OUT of time. You see this season returning year after year, cycling through, as the wrinkles around your eyes grow deeper and there you are, still, looking at each other and smiling. That moment is Spring.

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