th? old nature trail-
a single wellington boot
stands in frozen mud
Rainy Winter day
perfect time to stay inside
and write poetry
Snowflakes shaken out -
a softly sewn patternless
quilt of purest white.
Covered in winter's
branches, moon rises from a
bed of soft gray clouds.
the last winter's tale
leaves snow on my brown door step
my feet frost bitten.
Albino Peacock
Such beauty and elegance
Feathers white as snow
Leaves fall and scatter
softly cover the Earth's bed
with Winter's warm quilt
frost covers the earth
a lady draped in fine lace
beautiful and cold
skeletal trees weep
world wrapped in cold bleak winter
? my heart walks alone
Spring's green vibrato
Earth rises from Winter's tomb
symphony of hope
a white sun sets in
the ruined Colosseum,
in buds pink in snow
winter moon in shards
a smell of wine lingering
on the attic floor
a mountain, fractious
gravity spilt thunder voice
snow cap undermined
The breath of winter
A reminder of a kiss
Ice and heat are one
winter trees stand nude
waiting for the leaves of spring
to clothe them again
Ice covers ground but
blades of grass fight their way through
Spring is almost here
spring comes to the land
snow melts leaving lace of ice
a green sprout breaks through
full late winter moon
entwined in bare tree branches
caught, then floating free
inside aged men die,
all across frozen lake tops
blackbirds swoop for meals
up north?winter sun
skates across the frozen lakes
until spring sun comes
Now the leaves return
So the high wind sings once more
Six months the frost waits
winter's dance begins
radiator castanets
fill the house with warmth
A cold day in March
when I though spring had arrived
snow and cold came back
front lawn tire prints
the honda sits at the curb
dreaming winter gone
when least expected
winter's drought grass has revealed
tiny white flowers
recently tilled soil,
hunting ground for hungry fowl,
ends cold winter's dearth
bare wisterias
are bespeckled in bright mauve
bleak winter's ending
chilling at sunrise
the sight of frost on sere leaves
the warmth of blankets
petals fall from stalks,
gypsies lose their virgin souls
in cold, snow bathed streets
barren limbs dangle
over frosted winter grounds
casting their shadows
Birds sing lullaby
As snow falls gently on tree
Moonshadows appear
snow owl, talons low,
white wings wide, all intention
on need, never want
a chill winter wind
the broken shutter voicing
a strong objection
It never snows here.
Dirt and dust are the city's
Permanent winter.
Swimming in cold fog
winter's enchantment in me
through this forest's life
Snow is falling down,
the whole valley is covered
in a pure white gown.