Entrance into Winter- #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld

Entrance into Winter

The world grows still where faded colors tire,
as autumn’s final embers lose their flame.
A hush descends, soft as a forgotten choir,
and every branch remembers winter’s name.

The quiet fields lie pale beneath the gray,
their whispers thinning into brittle air.
All warmth retreats in slow, reluctant sway,
as nature gathers strength in temples bare.

The trees stand sentinel in solemn rows,
their leafless arms like prayers against the chill.
They mark the gate where colder season grows,
and time itself bends low, serene and still.

Here, on the threshold where all turning starts,
the earth draws breath to brace its slumbering heart.

Poet’s Reflection

on “Entrance into Winter”

There are moments in the turning of the year when the world seems to pause —not in silence, but in a kind of reverent holding of breath. This piece was born from that pause. The barren trees, standing like guardians of a thinning threshold, whispered of the solemn beauty that arrives long before the first snow.

I found myself drawn to the stillness between seasons, the way the earth softens its voice as though preparing for some sacred descent into its own dreaming. The hush in the landscape felt almost ceremonial.
Colors dimmed, not in despair, but in dignity, as if nature were gathering her scattered strength for the long, languid days ahead.

What inspired this verse was not winter’s harshness, but its gentleness — the quiet dignity with which the world allows itself to fade, trusting that rest is not an ending, but a necessary deepening. In this muted forest, I feet the grace of surrender and the beauty of becoming still.

~ Morgan C. Morgan
Writer of light, shadow, and the stories between.

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7 Comments

  1. I always enjoy your poetry, Morgan. It holds a quiet beauty.

    It’s also not ‘free verse’, whichbI don’t like as it seems like a piece of prosecution broken randomly into lines. So much more difficult to consider metre and rhyme. As a fellow piet, I know that’s a fact.

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