Bones Full of Winter

“Winter… would be cold without warm memories.” I wholly agree with Sanaa’s words—I doubt I’d be able to survive New York winters without piles of mind-heating books, crazy socks, and indecent amounts of ginger and passion flower tea… reminding my frozen bones that spring will be back soon.

“Bones Full of Winter”

Bones full of Winter’s darkness,
sparkling in chills.
Face pilfered by frosty bites,
oned… glaciated…
beaten…

no, not beaten, never that; just
hibernating within dark pink thoughts,
sipping April Showers by the glass half full,
filling the womb fertile,
burning the heart with ice,
brewing cold yesterdays into warm tomorrows.
Cradled in January’s arms, waiting…
to Spring.

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a wee note…
– First published in 2013.

pink-body-sock
photo by Vincent Fournier
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41 thoughts on “Bones Full of Winter

  1. Whistles!!❤️💝This is absolutely gorgeous writing, Magaly 😀 there is so much to love and adore here as your words leave one feeling warm and comforted, especially; “just hibernating within dark pink thoughts, sipping April Showers by the glass half full, filling the womb fertile, burning the heart with ice, brewing cold yesterdays into warm tomorrows.” Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💝

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. “Face pilfered by frosty bites” and “glaciated” keep rolling around in my head and mouth. I get such a visual with the first and the second leaves a very cold, minty sensation. I feel like I need to keep sucking in my breath to prolong the experience. I know! Weird space I must be in this morning! This piece is a perfect slice of winter yearning for spring!

  3. Some really vivid images, i felt the cold seeping through the poem, and here i am in the Caribbean yet waiting the hope of Spring; the photo make me smile

    much love…

  4. Your golden pen has struck again. And the photo…oh the photo. Is that me under there? No, I can tell because my feet would NOT be sticking out in the cold.

  5. I like the title.

    And I like when it’s cold.

    I live in Houston, so that’s easy for me to say. It only snows once every four years here. I turned the heat on this morning for five minutes while I was taking a shower and getting dressed, but that’s the extent of my use of the heat this year.

    I wish the Houston winter could last all year round.

    For these reasons and more, I can sort of relate with the thoughts in the poem, but I don’t know that I’m allowed to say that.

    • I think you are allowed… emotions and sensations are a rather personal thing. Cold doesn’t have to be bone-breaking to make us wish for warmth. It only has to be uncomfortable enough, to nudge us towards wishing for spring, methinks.

  6. It is a human trait to moan about the weather, whether hot or cold despite the fact that the only way we can change it is to move…other than you accepting that brewing cold yesterdays into warm tomorrows does take time. The illustration is a great accompaniment to your beautiful writing.

    • You are so right. I remember whining about the cold when I lived in the Dominican Republic (where the temperature would rarely go below 70). But hey, what kind of human would we be if we didn’t spend life complaining about how difficult it is to be us. LOL!

  7. Wonderful, Magaly! That first stanza sparkles beautifully on its own and then there’s a second one with the lines:
    ‘hibernating within dark pink thoughts,
    sipping April Showers by the glass half full,
    filling the womb fertile’!

  8. Love this, Magaly. I can relate to the feelings and thoughts you write. Winter is indeed the time for reflection while “sipping April Showers by the glass half full,” 🙂

  9. Love this piece, Maga. There’s a certain kind of renewed energy induced by pacing in the poem as I read it. And this line with some defiance and beautiful thoughts, “no, not beaten, never that; just hibernating within dark pink thoughts,” does it for me. Winter is a perfect time to hibernate, and may you continue to brew your words into wonderful stories!

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