"overwinter" poems - Hello Poetry

The honeybee attempting to overwinter by the window sill , the same one that sparked the growth and fruition of our Summer Squash hills .... Filled our trellis with delicious cucurbits and Roma tomatoes , brought life giving pollens to our Pattypans , Crooknecks Butternuts and Acorns ..

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Feb 4, 2016

Feb 4, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Leave it Be

The honeybee attempting to overwinter by the window sill , the same one that sparked the growth and fruition of our Summer Squash hills .... Filled our trellis with delicious cucurbits and Roma tomatoes , brought life giving pollens to our Pattypans , Crooknecks Butternuts and Acorns ..

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overwinter you’re going to be with me for the rest of the winter i’ll watch the snowflakes melt in your hair. the wind has hardened your skin and now it softens against mine. we thaw our crystallized notions congealing into a warm embrace. if we retain our attraction, our heat, the cold won’t get us. and this moment, this season can remain in overwinter, forever. yet soon our emotions will brew into a perilous blizzard. blinded by this universes quake, and with our thoughts whited out, we cannot see. we'll cling together, shivering, frozen cold, a lover's tableau shaken, inside a static snow-globe

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Apr 5, 2014

Apr 5, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC

tonie-miller

overwinter

overwinter you’re going to be with me for the rest of the winter i’ll watch the snowflakes melt in your hair. the wind has hardened your skin and now it softens against mine. we thaw our crystallized notions congealing into a warm embrace. if we retain our attraction, our heat, the cold won’t get us. and this moment, this season can remain in overwinter, forever. yet soon our emotions will brew into a perilous blizzard. blinded by this universes quake, and with our thoughts whited out, we cannot see. we'll cling together, shivering, frozen cold, a lover's tableau shaken, inside a static snow-globe

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I've always fallen in love in autumn always to fall apart early spring-- call me deciduous, the abscission just happens, I've considered my winter coats, my shields, the neat places I've tucked myself away were we to overwinter? to hibernate until further notice? the titles were frightening, impending and ominous, each one a textbook on subjects we had no knowledge of, dark leatherback novels featuring versions of ourselves we never meant to be or never knew we could -- wrapped in sleeping bags and white down duvets best during the winter becase we were both raging fires, flames licking at eachothers doors stopping short of our naked toes, put out by the here and there snow, but sometimes we were embers, pulsing stones of coal settling, wishing, waiting, kissing wounds breathing secrets over bruises-- but migration comes suddenly, i've been in and out dormant for years a sputtering volcano rumbling and groaning-- were we to overwinter? I lost the dream woke with a start, the caldera gave way and sunk in terrified I'd take you with, but travelers don't pause for eruptions or make their way through magma -- and volcanos don't plead for them to stay were we to overwinter?

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Apr 8, 2017

Apr 8, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC

broooke

8/30 (were we to overwinter)

I've always fallen in love in autumn always to fall apart early spring-- call me deciduous, the abscission just happens, I've considered my winter coats, my shields, the neat places I've tucked myself away were we to overwinter? to hibernate until further notice? the titles were frightening, impending and ominous, each one a textbook on subjects we had no knowledge of, dark leatherback novels featuring versions of ourselves we never meant to be or never knew we could -- wrapped in sleeping bags and white down duvets best during the winter becase we were both raging fires, flames licking at eachothers doors stopping short of our naked toes, put out by the here and there snow, but sometimes we were embers, pulsing stones of coal settling, wishing, waiting, kissing wounds breathing secrets over bruises-- but migration comes suddenly, i've been in and out dormant for years a sputtering volcano rumbling and groaning-- were we to overwinter? I lost the dream woke with a start, the caldera gave way and sunk in terrified I'd take you with, but travelers don't pause for eruptions or make their way through magma -- and volcanos don't plead for them to stay were we to overwinter?

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