By | January 7, 2016
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Winter is death incarnate. Its bleak sullen skies and early sunsets, stir up a morose soup that seeps deep into my soul sadly and lingers there.I can’t digest it.I can’t shake it. I can’t get rid of it. The darkness is everywhere. Even the melancholy morning sun mourns and yearns for spring. But in our eternal disregard of the brutal truths written on the sad but truthful pages of  The Book of Our Lives, we pay no attention to it. Spring and its soft breezes of light and life are eternally far away – winter hasn’t even really been born yet.

Winter, borne on the dying breath of autumn, is shallow and tenuous at first, so ethereal and nebulous we don’t even notice that life is being slowly drained from the world around us – and from the souls within us.

We pretend the days are not getting shorter. Lawn mowers still hum as if it were summer; the occasional leaf-blower and the sound of crunching leaves try in vain to warn us that something is changing, that death approaches, that something isn’t quite right with the world.

We sip our beer and read the paper on summer patios oblivious, while the world dies and decays around us. We all pretend to forget that winter is imminent even though frosty nights of autumn – the sentries of the darkness and death to come – leave sparkling reminders for us on our lawns and windshields each morning.

We love to look backward and dread looking forward; we see only what we wish to see. We envision nitrogen-blue skies filled with cottony summer clouds – castles, dragons, princesses and horse heads – and ignore a world that is becoming increasingly dark. We try so hard to ignore the solemn gray tapestry of winter feasting on the last vestiges of the things of summer. While winter is busy devouring the green things and bright blue summer skies, we sip memories slowly. But there’s a chill in the air – the curtain of death is coming and we are powerless against it.

Yet some of us still revel in the first snowflakes – the little child which remains inside us rises up and urges us to catch those first few snowflakes on our tongues. Then on that first morning we wake and see a shimmering, crystalline blanket of white covering the world, when we are apt to celebrate its beauty with a childlike wonder – all the while ignoring that it is but a harbinger of death.

Each of us lives in a world which is nothing but a fabrication, an illusion of our own making. Nothing is real. We mold our reality from the clay of memories, dreams and hopes. While our minds are busy creating our reality, the darkness and death of winter approaches. If we are not wary, we are caught unprepared.

Winter is a juggernaut, as unstoppable as the turning and unfolding of the universe. Winter comes too quickly for some – while for others winter cannot come quickly enough. Regardless, winter comes when it will. Some somber, cold morning each of us will awaken to find that our winter has arrived… and with it comes a realization of could-have-beens, might-have-beens, regrets, and other broken and brittle old things, emanating from the sad and weary center of ours souls now nothing but  tired and dirty snow. This the final season. Winter: The season of broken dreams and broken promises and abandoned hope.

We are born in spring, we mature in summer, we age in autumn, and reach the end of life in winter. Winter… the last cold and brutal season of life is nothing more than spring of death.

5 thoughts on “Winter

  1. Grace

    Oh, geez, that was depressing lol. You paint such vivid word pictures and I was completely sucked up into the melancholy and morose scenario. However, I had to remind myself that death is not the end, it is a doorway. That doorway leads to two roads, and to quote Dr. Peck, I have chosen the one less traveled. “But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.” Matthew 7:14 I hope you find that road, too. Then maybe the flavor of your stories would be a bit more savory 😉 Here’s to life!!

    1. Margaret

      Oh, yes Grace, what you say is so right and I am with you there.

      However, I must admit that hubby and I were sort of feeling the TC winter doldrums earlier today. No sunshine day after day after day after… Blah!

      But, spring is coming!

  2. Patricia

    Come and live in Queensland Australia… Only have 4 weeks of winter and it is very mild

  3. Jon - at Gold Coast - in Oz

    Beautiful Southern Queensland, cold weather clothes are for people who visit the snowfields on the high mountains in New South Wales.

  4. Nora

    Wow! I thought I was having a bad day! I don’t like winter but really right now I think most of us would like to read something less morose. Come on lift us up! You have it in you!


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