Robert Pettit Poet Free verse

Ubiquitous Deathlike White

The harsh season of winter
has its grip upon the land.
Strong gusty winds are blowing,
exacerbating the cold.
Precipitation is snow.
Tons of solid crystals fall.
They lie on the hardened ground.
Lakes and streams are not flowing
Trees are devoid of their leaves.
The ice hangs like stalactites.
Green growth is inhibited.
No flowers found anywhere.
Barren lifeless surroundings.
Ubiquitous deathlike white.
Come in from out of the freeze.

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Gerald Webb February 13, 2011 at 7:16 AM Thank you for your kind words Robert

Kabuteng P.Ink K. February 10, 2011 at 10:03 AM You paint winter here very well, Robert-- can almost feel that chill--- really like your title for this one too-- wish you the best if this is for the contest :) -- nikko :)

Nette Onclaud February 10, 2011 at 9:11 AM i'm dreading the protracted visit of this season... but your piece shimmers and overtakes the blahhh of winter.. majestic, robert!

Phyllis Babcock February 10, 2011 at 8:06 AM Very descriptive and describes exactly the weather here today. Came down to -18C today and supposed to hit 0 tomorrow. It will feel like spring. phyl

Sara Kendrick February 10, 2011 at 6:47 AM Excellent descriptive, expressive and inviting work..Enjoyed reading this morn..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and leaving a kind review of my work..Sara