Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words

Shakespeare published 154 sonnets in his quarto in 1609. While the initial 126 are addressed to a young man, the final 28 are directed toward an enigmatic woman referred to as the dark lady.

Cold Wind

October blows a cold wind
through my soul
Days of water and warmth
are gone

Nights of frozen stillness
seize the lonely one
Icy tendrils pierce
a barren heart

Twigs snap outside
the foggy window
Beware for the dead
of winter is coming


7 responses to “Cold Wind”

  1. Bartholomew Barker Avatar
    Bartholomew Barker

    Love that middle stanza, Gypsie. Great work!

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    1. Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris Avatar
      Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

      Thank you so much Bartholomew! 🙂

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  2. Sadje Avatar
    Sadje

    A very evocative poem Ami

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    1. Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris Avatar
      Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

      Thank you my friend! 😌

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      1. Sadje Avatar
        Sadje

        You are very welcome

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  3. Hammad Rais Avatar
    Hammad Rais

    I hope your October winds are such because in my town, they are nothing but dusty and dry

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    1. Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris Avatar
      Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

      Perhaps the words are not reflective of the weather at all Hammad? 🙂

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