Oh, Winter!

Oh, Winter!
It is in winter I grow happiest
For with the frosting of the ground
My own heart grows tender and warm
The dying earth brings on perspectives of a disdainful existence,
Perhaps even in comparison to my own,
And so it is in winter solstice that I dare the
Unknown and reach out for a hand
Surpassed by realities terrible forces Oh, winter!
How I long for thee when spring has sprung
And flowers mockingly bask in the sun,
Turning their heads upwards the heavens
As if the claim there is a god
And when summer swelters up from
The Wheel, and spins the head of tender hearted youth,
Claiming she is most beautiful
And what is to be said of Autumn? As the leaves grow dark,
My heart rejoices with the approach of the dead season
For in tangibility frost bitten world,
A heart such as mine may go uncontested
To the alters of love, And take from the fountains of truest victory
~Emily Berry

Emily Berry lives in London and works as a freelance copy editor as well as a poet. She won an Eric award in 2008. Berry has an MA in Creative and Life Writing and an MA in English Literature. She has had her work published widely in magazines as well as in an upcoming anthology.

In this poem, the speaker rejoices in the death like atmosphere of a frost filled winter. The speaker is apparently a sad or unhappy person who is jealous of the flowers as they bask in the sun. By personifying the season of winter, Berry turns it into a character that can be relate her life to.