Old Man Winter

Due to revision for my January exams, I haven’t much time for reading at the moment. Here’s a poem I wrote before Christmas.

Old Man Winter

As Autumn wanes,
and December comes,
the days shorten,
and the falling leaves,
are the red carpet herald of winter.

For Old Man Winter wakes,
and rises with a gusty cough,
his eyes the blue of winter rain,
his hair of crystal ice,
he stands up tall and goes to meet the world.

On window panes he draws,
the complex patterns of frost,
and at his touch,
the pools are under ice.
Such is his temper.

Many names he has acquired,
Jack Frost and Santa Claus,.
But who is he?
Nobody really knows,
and that’s the way of things.

The inspiration for this poem was brought to me by a colour. An ink, to be precise. It is Iroshizuku ‘Fuyu Syogun’, that meaning ‘Old Man Winter’. It’s a grey ink with subtle blue tones, and is the perfect winter colour. I don’t own any right now, but I hope to soon. I just gained something from the colour and had to write!


2 thoughts on “Old Man Winter

  1. Really no matter if someone doesn’t understand afterward its up to other people that they will assist, so here it takes place.

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