Winter Dream
Poem by Arvilla Fee
Arvilla Fee’s poem immerses the reader in a winter afternoon’s quiet stillness. As the speaker drifts into a dreamlike state, the contrast of gray skies and a vibrant imaginary world reveals the beauty of peaceful moments in solitude. If you enjoy this feature and would like to see more, let me know with a comment, 💌 share, ♥️ like, or better yet, a 🔄 restack!
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My eyes grow heavy with sleep
in the late afternoon hours
where the pale grayish light
has not ceased to be gray
for one-hundred days it seems.
Head sinking into the soft folds
of the sofa,
I wander across an expansive lawn
filled with clover and dandelions.
The bees are euphoric,
a little drunk, I think,
as they drift lazily
from blossom to blossom
like tiny yellow-brown clouds.
I stretch out, cat-like, in the grass,
feeling its carpet-softness
beneath my bare brown legs.
Then from a branch above my head,
a mother robin swoops down,
screeching and scolding
as she hops and bobs frantically
about ten paces away.
I understand what she is saying,
“Don’t bother my babies!
Don’t bother my babies!”
I laugh and tell her they are safe,
as I’m still trapped inside a snow globe.
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Arvilla Fee lives in Dayton, Ohio, with her husband and children. She teaches for Clark State and has been published in numerous magazines. Her three poetry books: The Human Side (2022), This is Life (2023) and Mosaic: A Million Little Pieces, can be found on Amazon.
This is a delightful description of nature and comparisons to human characteristics and feelings. It is rife with poetic phrases. My favorite line is "as they drift lazily from blossom to blossom like tiny yellow-brown clouds."