Winters Song

Winter’s Song The darkness of the pewter moon Casts its light Upon the dreary December night Curtains close for autumn’s harvest Leaves and cones and needles swept underground The arctic brisks fill the air Crystals and icicles adorn bare forest wood Fluffy snow mount on the ground Balled up to get thrown around Full figured, round men are formed by the human hand Sticks, carrot, buttons, hats , gloves and scarves bring them to life Snow angels give their blessing and leave their imprint behind Winter birds take flight into the night The snow owl gnashes prey out of sight The wind whirls and howls a dreadful weeping sound White laced snow flakes grace the sky Veiling it’s bride with mounts of fluffy clouds Falling onto evergreen Weighing it down Bare trees are clothed with winter leaves That melt and leave us when the sun comes out and blazes with all its heat It leaves us with an image Souvenirs as such : Snow glows : balls of glass water and styrofoam floating inside Music to fill our hearts Black ice Dirt, char and everything nice Slips and falls whenever it likes Everything breaks under winter’s nose The heart, one’s passion for life And the bitter fight for light and the thirst for ice in a tall glass of sunshine Ice in droplets splashed into one’s face Sizzling in the sun, yet content with its warmth Marckincia Jean Free verse 11/13/19