cold winds
cold winds whisper of the coming winter
and winter is required for the spring
say those whom I have never met
bitter breezes clear the prairie path
leaving only fools who pedal out
amongst the fading embers of last light
I stood on the hill and stared into the sun
hoping it would burn away your memories
riding home I felt the tears along my cheek
product of the biting, bitter wind
bwfiction 
Brilliant!
Powerful imagery, beautifully penned.
It’s almost summer where I am, but nevertheless I felt that cold biting wind on reading this!
thanks – here in Chicago the cold has begun
oh heck… nice how you use the wind and scene to carve out the emotions….
thanks Claudia
it does seem the chill of winter winds conjure up memories soon forgotten..nice write
thanks paint 🙂
“…the tears along my cheek…product of the biting, bitter wind.”
We don’t get wintry winds here but during my very difficult years, I used to walk in the rain. People thought me crazy. But it helped to mask my emotions.
Your post is evocative and emotive in several aspects.
thanks Eric – I am glad you saw that I was attempting to combine the emotional with the physical. Emotions in men can be very complex.
Oh, this is very sad! Well done though, for sure! 🙂
Bitter, biting wind – powerful close & imagery ~ Nice to meet you at D’verse ~
thanks Grace – I have sorrow, but I have happiness too 🙂
Beautiful! so touching…so revealing.
thanks Morgan – I am glad you liked it.
I love this poem a lot! and so brilliantly written. 🙂
thanks Charlie!
This is really poignant, and so beautfully written.
thanks Tony!
Oh I felt myself as the fool bicyling in the winter.. and then that turn at the end… and tears in winter can be quite painful
Thanks – I think we both love the outdoors – to the extent of being thought unusual by others!
wow…nice use of the wind…and the calling yourself a bit of a fool…that last bit is quite emotive….i can feel the loss…
thanks Brian – it is very cold on a bicycle in winter 🙂