Chris Green Poet Free verse

Arctic Seasoned Disguise

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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty

Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing

Rooftops, plump and soft, show off their frosted padding 
as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches
in chilled teasings and frozen dustings

Footprints, once there are gone, covered and recovered again
all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies
and faint outlines of distant thoughts

White on black stripes drape in glacial wanderings
spanning the slush of asphalt weavings 
in straight line piercings across the wintry landscape

January reigns brutal, subzero ponderings swirl
from high above the icebox wasteland, once brimming with color
now opaque in its arctic seasoned disguise…

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Written from memory…no winter here. : )

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Quoth Theraven January 13, 2020 at 11:24 PM Chris, Well seasoned in this shining ice box poem. I enjoyed the fresh footsteps falling to faint outlines in the snow. -Richard Chris Green January 14, 2020 at 7:26 AM Thanks so very much Richard. I am thrilled you enjoy my memory based excursion into the snow of winter. : )

Hello There January 12, 2020 at 10:36 PM Very good memory! Lovely imagery! And a sneaky disguise... She's a diva no matter how she's dressed ;) I know many don't love winter, but you have shared the serenity that a fresh blanket of snow can offer when we allow it. Chris Green January 13, 2020 at 8:47 AM Thanks so very much my friend. I am happy you enjoyed my little look at winter (from a distance) : )

Connie Marcum Wong January 11, 2020 at 6:33 PM Reading your poetry is like looking through a monthly calendar of choice prize winning photographs. Your metaphors glisten with snow flake imagery that enchants! I love this. New year blessings Chris. xxoo Chris Green January 13, 2020 at 8:46 AM Thanks so very much my friend. What a nice thing to say to me. Your kind words are always a wonderful gift for me.

Heidi Sands January 11, 2020 at 2:10 PM Oh my word. This is one of your best, in my opinion and very vivid memory. I love the snowcapped bonnets and the rooftops plump and soft. So much nice description! Excellent Chris :) A Fav. Chris Green January 13, 2020 at 8:45 AM Thank you Heidi. I appreciate all of the kindness you show me

Lin Lane January 11, 2020 at 9:27 AM You've written this in a refreshing change of pace. Two lines stand out to me for their artistic imagery: "Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets," and "as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches." Chris Green January 13, 2020 at 8:45 AM Thanks so very much Lin. I am thrilled you liked this one.

Carolyn Devonshire January 10, 2020 at 3:57 PM You probably have more "winter" than we do in Florida, but I love the amazing images you crafted in this lovely poem. (I recall walking during a snowfall and seeing the prints fill with snow as you described.) Missing winter! Hugs, carolyn Chris Green January 10, 2020 at 4:09 PM Thank you so very much Carolyn. Not much in South Texas but maybe a bit more than Southern Florida. :) Thanks for your kindness.

John Hamilton January 10, 2020 at 12:28 PM I liked this one a lot, although I dislike winter at least this one ain't so bad. Imagery is amazing, thanks for posting this beauty! Chris Green January 10, 2020 at 12:54 PM Thanks my friend. I appreciate your kind words.

Kim Rodrigues January 10, 2020 at 12:04 PM Beautiful second verse and the imagery of erasing footprints! You are so good with imagery! You seem to study romance and nature! Wonderful! Chris Green January 10, 2020 at 12:53 PM Thanks so much Kim. I was never very good at studying but maybe. : )

Eve Roper January 10, 2020 at 8:20 AM Amazing! Expert your imagery is divine. Thank you for the compliment. It’s taken 5 years too learn and still learning from the experts like you,Tim,and Brenda Chris Green January 10, 2020 at 8:30 AM Thank you so very much Eve but I don't hold a candle to those two. I appreciate your visit and kind words.

Freddie Robinson Jr. January 10, 2020 at 8:18 AM Your descriptive imagery has a perfect permafrost memory, Chris. A very, very creative poem! LOVE every frostbitten written phrase, my dear friend. Antarctica cool poetry! Love and more love always. Chris Green January 10, 2020 at 8:30 AM Thanks so much Freddie for your kind words. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. Coming from one as talented as you, it means a lot

Susan Woodrow January 9, 2020 at 6:34 PM your memory makes the cold beautiful ... such imagery! - only one other poet made me want to delude myself to live in a winter landscape... I recall first seeing snow on a mountain in the middle of a New Zealand summer and i was so thrilled then years later driving in it and well, it was the kind of thrill I could have done without lol may your dreams sparkle ; good night :) Chris Green January 10, 2020 at 8:15 AM Thank you so very much Susan. I don't get much winter weather where I live now but where I grew up...winter was fun until you were old enough to have to work in it, drive in it and everything else that comes with no longer being a kid. Thank you again for taking the time to read my poem.

Sandra Adams January 9, 2020 at 6:26 PM wow...you have quite a memory and an imagination... such vivid images are carefully painted through your words with such finesse...i felt as if i was there, amidst this winter landscape...Exquisite write Chris... this was brilliantly crafted... oh to be able to write like this...wow, just wow... Goodnight... hugs Chris Green January 10, 2020 at 8:13 AM Thank you Sandy for always being so kind to me. I know I can always count on you to stop by and leave words that make me smile. Thank you for reading my poem.