Weep with me winter morning
Sing for me a solemn tune
Dance for me winter morning
Tell me a story before noon
A crashing tree limb pulled me breathlessly from my freezing bed.
White morning stares viciously in my face,
Lingering snow and rain turned everything into hardened ice.
Nude trees striped of their autumn leaves
Perishes slowly under nature’s weight
A laden tree branch lands on my neighbor’s van
Everything in sight has frozen to ice
Slipping and gliding and humming a tune I
Broke the ice just before noon.
©2013 Christine Phillips