The Cold Wind of the Old Year

Alone on the beachThe cold wind
Rushes past
Taking the old year away
But the new year
The dreamy future
Is still only a hope
A sunny glimpse
A wish
In the summer
I was warmed
By your heart’s embers
But the old year’s wind
Blows the memory away
Till I know not
If the heat was real
Or just imagined
The cold wind
Of the old year
Washes clean the slate
For the warm new year
To write its memories
With red hot pen
On my heart
I listen to the wind
As I watch
For your warm writing
To rekindle
My fire

As I sit and think about the years both old and new, winter has arrived on a cold wind. I listen through the window and shiver. A poem comes into my head to flap in that wind and to echo that shiver. I think of summer heat and shiver again, and then finish the poem. Here’s looking to warmer days.

21 thoughts on “The Cold Wind of the Old Year

    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Hi Pranita. I do like all of the seasons, though I sometimes complain when it’s too hot or cold. Of course I was also trying to be metaphorical about the cold (uncaring) winds of change and the hope we put into the new year.

      Speaking of “new year”, I hope you have a very Happy New Year!.


      1. pranita patra

        Yup, we do that, we put hope into our new year, despite the cold winds, even thought the first day of the new year, its going to be just another day after today, nothing drastically different, but I guess its a reference point for us to hope for more or just start hoping again in case we haven’t been able to do so.

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          It is a day like any other, but as you said, a reference point. Everyone needs a time to sit back and think about where they have been and where they are going – a time out of time, a stillness (sorry, just read your poem ; ) ) We need time to reflect and New years gives us an excuse. We sit back and remember that fragrant summer breeze, yet we can’t smell it any more. Was it real? Was the feeling it gave me real? And we put hope in the future that we may experience something even better, something deeper. But then that time out of time has to end and we go about our lives on a day like any other.

          Oh well, reading your post got me all philosophical :)


    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Yep! We complain when it’s too warm and we complain when it’s too cold. I need to move to Pleasantville.

      I’ll be honest, the older I get the less I like winter. I used to love it and never get cold. Now I don’t love it as much and easily get cold. Also, as the winter goes on I’ll acclimate to it. I went for a walk on the beach yesterday. It was about -12 C and windy. I lasted less than 5 minutes. Then it was the 20 minute drive back home (camp). By February I’ll be taking long walks when it’s -12 F (-24 C) without thinking about it.

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      1. la_lasciata

        Same with me, but for summer, Trent. As each approaches my dread grows greater than in the previous year. It’s the humidity the old bod can’t bear, not the actual heat. When I grew up in Perth, it was bloody hot, but dry heat. Now it’s all different, of course – would you believe, climate change …?


            1. trentpmcd Post author

              Oh, BTW, when i first read this comment I still thinking “Flying Monkeys” and scratched my head for half a second. Then again, Maybe you were talking about the backside of a flying monkey….


                1. trentpmcd Post author

                  See, you did it too. We have too many simultaneous conversations going on. When you said “He ain’t ours any more, remember ? – he’s yours, the stupid, power-mad bugger !!!!” You were talking about Mr. Murdock but my mind was still on flying monkeys. Not that there’s much difference, but still…

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      That’s about how it is here – we started the day at about 20 F, which is close to -7 C. It hasn’t been below freezing in over a week and the wind is howling, so it just feels cold….



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