A lesson in contrast
Outside, in the lonely impersonal streets,
the cars hurry on by.
The greedy wind snatches at scarves,
threatening to imprison in its icy grasp.
Trees brandish sharpened talons,
coated in fiery ice.
The glassy pavement offers no friendship
but rejoices in infirmity.
The isolated and courageous trek wearily
Towards sanctuary.
For inside is found bliss,
rest, gentleness and relief.
The warmth is a featherdown quilt,
quashing all thoughts of winter.
The scent of a blessed repast,
is an invitation to happiness.
Tranquility is found
in the spectrum of comfort.
Yet without the frozen foe,
How would I know true comfort?
Comparison teaches contentedness.
Opposites teach optimism
I learn to love both.
Tis a truth universally acknowledged that a teacher in possession of a good task, must be in want of doing the activities herself. As is the fact, that when I get my children to write poetry, I always want to do the same myself, and then inflict my strange musings upon the world for judgement. The task this time was poem showing 2 contrasting parts.
