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Winter Wind  The Boy from Colorado
By David J Walker

Cold   
Dry    
Grey
The winter winds 
Select the day 
To rush the trees
And brush the field 
Where cotton corn and wheat 
Would  yield 
It’s fruit before  the
Harvest moon 
Then fades in
Autumns afternoon

Such comes
Of Winter Winds
On  Open Plains
Grey and cold 
With nothing to hold
The Northern blast of
Harsh refrains

Forcing all to seek
Even the most humble walls 
And hide inside 
From  relentless winds  
Until the Spring 
Its spell rescinds
I’ve yet to see 
An artist play 
With colors from
 That winters day

But I was the boy
From Colorado 
Who knew winters smile
And the kiss of snow 
And the hearth 
With amber afterglow 
Gentle heavy flakes 
That  grow 
On limbs of spruce 
And Fur 
And Pinion Pines
And bow to earth 


In graceful lines 
With layers deep
In heavens dust 
White
Pure 
Silent 

Snow boots
Tramp the snowy trail
Where hearty 
Boys and girls prevail 
With sleds on hills 
And snow forts white
Attacks the foe
In Snowball fights
The laughter rings 
Within our ears
And echo’s in
Our later years 
And visions of
White-capped 
Mountains creep 
Into our dreams 
In aging sleep

Snowmen and 
Snow Angels 
Welcome home 
Our memories 
That glow in smiles 
And take away 
Our daily trials 
As sentinels they stand 
As guards
On playgrounds 
Parks 
And Snowy yards

The early dusk
On winters day
Invites us in 
And bids us stay
By the glow of
Flames 
The scent of pine 
The warmth of home 
In early times 

Now the wind 
Grows colder
On the Plains 
As each winter 
Enters
Once again 
With memories
That still remain 
Of the 
Boy from
Colorado

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