Many are the Maples that encircle my home, my nest, my dwelling abode
And in the dark of night they tap on my frosty windows, crying
Past their deathly stance, a wintry scene
Looking through their tangled limbs snow is falling, endlessly
Everything in my world is icy white, sky and earth mingling
Soon, I whisper to them, you will be wearing your emerald gowns
Creaking and groaning they mumble in their frozen rest
Reaching out gnarled fingers to me
Yes, my dears, soon, so soon you will stand in resplendence
Ice and snow will be replaced with fringes of delicate, filigree green
Now rest, now sleep Maples sweet
Gather your memories of Spring, Summer and Fall close and dream
February 3, 2012
Amidst the cold climate we enjoyed sled riding.
We also had so much fun building an igloo.
I felt alive in those days, hardly any woes.
Now you may say that this is no sport at all.
Take heed that even the Olympics have these.
Every winter so many do this thing that I bid,
Racing, swaying, these and more we did savor.
Sled riding is easier, though many enjoy to ski.
Pleasant fresh aromas of winter always spread.
Outward and inward like a bitter cold safari.
Riding upon a sled by setting or lying down,
Takes control of our lives in childlike blessing.
My first double acrostic,,,inspired by a contest,,,first letter of each sentence spells out title and the last letter in each sentence spells out the subject..
I never saw him in November
Now he’s here with a vengeance in December
Scattering his white cloak all around
On trees, bushes and all along the ground
Only spider’s webs could look so good
Like a string vest stretched across the wood
Dreaded wind so cold upon my face
Just see my breath escape to the cold space
Across the branches his icy fingers spread
Catching every twig in white laden like lead
Kicking winter harshly into view
For each and every one including you
Reaching temperatures that are so low
Obviously to keep warm walk fast no slow
So he is here and slips and falls
Trouble people big and small
I'll be thankful when he’s gone
I know I won’t be the only one
So old jack frost will leave us soon
Spring will come and be a boon
Winter though harsh and frigid holds a certain beauty
Ice frozen fingers grasp hold of my soul
Nothing is more exquisite than pristine snow falling
Today graceful, fragile snowflakes are drifting
Everything is white, fresh, pure and flawless
Rivers are ice covered, dense and firm
Rhapsody is the song of the winter birds
Hopping on bare branches to sing
All is still and surreal in my snowy world
Perhaps, I will go for a walk . . .
Something is calling deeply to my very soul
Outside is God's perfection it says
Deep under the snow life is waiting to renew
Yet, this frozen world holds a certain beauty for me
December 14, 2012
When out on the lawn green grass grew everywhere,
I knew in a moment that no snowman was there.
No child in the town would see a white Christmas.
The ice in the rink arrived man-made and fogless.
Excited boisterous children laughed and slip-slid around.
Rip-roarious the winter wonders in a warm southern town.
What fantastic fantasies fill malls in Florida winters?
Opulent brilliance, colorful lights bedecked and blinkers.
Noble elves work inside at each new on site workshop.
Delightfully watching children gleam with eyes all lit up.
Exceptional imaginations and a warm winter show.
Reality slips into fantasy as cherry faces start to glow.
Love in the air mingles with scents of bayberry.
Adults all around adorning, become merry.
Not one child misses winter in their Florida town.
Dependably on time, Santa always comes around.
© December 24, 2011
White snow progressively tinting blue
Ice resembling Bricks to built an Igloo
Nippy and harsh and yet a holding glue
Tinting and chilling to its distinct hue
Eternal chill forming deep packed Ice
Resembling the Blue Tinted Alps
Blinding with ceaseless fervor
Leaving the excursionist in a quake
Unclenching its Adamant Terror
Eagle with its forceful glare
Stiff,snowy stubborn meringue
Now the winter has arrived,
Our breath suspended in the cold winter air.
Very soon the snow will blanket the ground.
Early sunsets are no longer rare.
Morning's dark when we arise.
By the time work's done, its dark again.
Every glimpse of sun is a prize.
Rain is upon us now....snow and rain.
Snow as gentle as cotton growing in a field
New and freshly fallen snow
Optically exquisite and clean
Wise as the snowy owl
Flakes of white, six points to a snowflake
Loved and liked by humanity, on a scenic winter day
A sunny day melts the snowflakes
Kind views like a winter postcard
Every pedestrian careful on the walkways
Scenic and serene, God's friendship personified
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Trees, where leaves are falling,
Houses clouded on a gloomy day,
Each day windy and cool,
Sounds of the wind drifting through the trees.
Outside the vacant tree, a profile left by God,
Unusual days where the warm comfort of home beckons.
Now you know winter is making a guest appearance,
Divine nature chamouflaged.
Scenes of another season,
Over the days of autumn.
First days of winter guest soon,
Winter another beautiful season.
Ice and snow melted by the sun,
New fresh air crisp and welcoming.
Time zones of another realm,
Excellent days for humanity to enjoy.
Real sports acquired,
Selected from God's kingdom.
Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Winter weather and fresh pure white snow
Ice to figure skate on and to play hockey
New skates to wear, skating figures on the ice
Time for a cup of hot chocolate and marshmellows
Each and everyone blessed with divine excercise
Real plans for the winter days
Sports like cross country skiing and down hill skiing
Places to visit for winter vacations
Ostentious and glamourous celebrations
Recreational sports and pass times
Tea and cookies after a wintery day
Season that is Christmas and visits
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz