The snow is falling,
the smell of cookies and pine
fill the Christmas air.
Black winter roses
Their crimson slowly faded
Sorrows in my heart
Ice suddenly bloomed
on the wide river, spreading
Autumn's death rumor.
day of the solstice -
a shadow of days before
winter becomes me
Cold dismal winter
foreboding lurks in shadows
unopened note burns
Lean hungry eyes watch
A Lonely wolf stands waiting
Silent snowflakes fall
prismatic light bulbs
dancing throughout December
strung from peak to eaves
Sequins stud hedgerows.
Lacy spiders' webs sparkle.
Winter's treasure chest.
My shower is next
Mother Nature washes me
Winter rain is here
free falling snowflakes
sticking to the rooftop peak
frozen waterfall
Pale against the snow
Remains of a cocky deer
Await hungry beasts
Winter's drums drumming,
Rooftop snow, thunders to earth.
Burdens slipping free.
footsteps in the snow
none stray from the beaten path
the rose is dying
rime of silver frost
recedes as the dawning sun
creeps across green grass
like delicate lace
narrow hem of shoreline ice
gently creeps outward
a crystalline glow
icey dreams with wings of breath,
diamonds in the snow.
The Winter Wind Blows
A Silent Sovereignty
Ruling Manhattan
Petal snow drifting,
Cherry-pink swirling carpet:
Walls fall at your touch.
hundreds of snow geese
peel from placid lake water
shredded porcelain
Gingered ivy leaves
Hugging the oak to keep warm
Jack Frost stalking you
wild backyard mint leaf
floats in glass of cold ice-tea
ambrosial bliss
red flag of autumn
pirouettes through the chill air
warning of winter
He is an old shirt
worn and faded, a dry leaf
before winter winds
laughter fills the pool
sunshine strikes the snow shovel
buried in tall grass
blackbirds on asphalt
scar the frost for frozen crumbs?
wind song stirring trees
snow so white it hurts
even the air, astonished,
draws its frozen breath
blizzards of ice shards
islands of isolation
a rare winters bloom
Under a blanket
of soft freshly fallen snow
lie tomorrow's seeds.
raindrop donnybrook
washing winter's dirty socks
daffodils rejoice
Ghost wind chills the air
Snow flesh clings to cold tree bones
Winter haunts the streets
old city graveyard
strains of a familiar tune
amid the bare trees
exhaling small clouds
appearing disappearing
breathe in silent frost
spring in New Hampshire
snow clusters on sundresses
stiff on the clothesline
Snow-capped mountains loom,
aglow beside the still sound;
rumbling motor-boat.
snowfall on tulips
embers spurn the morning's chill
Hod and Idun dance
Heart, bare, frozen shut;
like the yonder river's ice,
still forevermore.