Packed for Winter
I packed my Autumn dreams into the bottom of my case.
Hot chocolate around the bonfires and walks through the woods
crunching the brown leaves.
On top of those go my summer hopes
for long sunny days on the beach, picnics in flower filled meadows.
I tuck them down tight making sure there is room for a little more.
On the top goes my spring aspirations
of waking early to the glorious dawn chorus and walking through newly green
wakening woods.
I press my hopes, my dreams, my aspirations into my winter suitcase
close the lid and lock them in tight.
And then safe in the knowledge of what awaits I carry my case forward
stepping in to ice covered darkened days and long cold nights under a warm blanket.
Hot chocolate around the bonfires and walks through the woods
crunching the brown leaves.
On top of those go my summer hopes
for long sunny days on the beach, picnics in flower filled meadows.
I tuck them down tight making sure there is room for a little more.
On the top goes my spring aspirations
of waking early to the glorious dawn chorus and walking through newly green
wakening woods.
I press my hopes, my dreams, my aspirations into my winter suitcase
close the lid and lock them in tight.
And then safe in the knowledge of what awaits I carry my case forward
stepping in to ice covered darkened days and long cold nights under a warm blanket.
This poem is copyright (©) Laura Fowler 2024
About the Writer
Laura Fowler
Laura is a 36 year old mother of two who lives with her partner and their children in King's Lynn Norfolk. She has been writing since she was a child but only recently started submitting her work for publication. She has had a flash fiction published in the horror anthology 206 Bones from Bag of Bones Press, a poem published in Lavender Lime Literary magazine and had a poem chosen for the Jo Cox memorial poetry fest.
