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...
|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.