About the Poem
A widower of 3 1/2 years, I have turned to poetry to find a release for the many emotions that I can't seem to express in any other way. This poem is no different. Winter is a metaphor for death. Fall's abundance represents my wife's brief, but beautiful life, and the blankets of snow are my memories of her.
Ultimately, it is about denial.
I leave it where I find myself today. In hibernation. Perhaps one day I will awake to another spring...
Hibernation |
| by Tad Scheeler |
| Winter rocks me to sleep - to dream - to remember - to dwell in bygone summers. Fall's abundance has left me fat and dormancy begins its approach. Oblivious to the world outside my cloistered retreat - I succumb. As cold blankets of snow shelter and protect me, I slumber. And while time treks forth - I walk with yesterday. |
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2 Visitor Comments
Audrina
This poem just touches me so deeply. It's absolutely fantastic, the feelings so clear. And the words. Beautiful. This man is a true poet
bell
written with such pain and insight a truly powerful poem written for the woman you love and still deeply mourn the loss of.
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