M. L. Kiser Poet Prose

Vivaldi Winter

It’s a Vivaldi winter...snow as far as the eye can see, 
blankets the hardened from sub-zero and sleet.
I hear the violins and cello’s, groaning out forlorn winter notes.

Robins on a white roof are poufy with feathers thick; 
bellies swollen in gratitude for my suet cakes.  
Like many, I cannot leave them cold and hungry.  
Were it so, that I could invite them in for a 
hot chocolate and cornbread, I wouldn’t hesitate.

Sleet-covered, tree-sticks, lend a suggestion of fairyland; 
naked trees, frozen in time; a Vivaldi winter scene to trump, “Currier and Ives”.

My eyes trace the rabbit tracks, from icy, 
snow-laden shrubs to my naked fruit trees;  
rabbit finds no dinner there; 
perhaps a squirrel left an acorn or apple, buried nearby…
Mr. Rabbit will stake his claim.
I wish him luck; I know he has little ones beneath my garden shed floor.

Lethal ice cycles, grow from my gutters as Vivaldi winter notes, drone on; 
I sip cinnamon spice tea and whisper a prayer, for God’s other children.

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Connie Marcum Wong January 9, 2015 at 4:15 AM You transported me into your beautiful Vivaldi winter scene with the magic of your words M.L.! Stunning imagery. I loved this poem. Brava! M. L. Kiser January 13, 2015 at 8:25 PM Than I have done my job, as a poet. Thank you so much for commenting.

Emile Pinet January 7, 2015 at 9:50 PM Imaginative wizardry with the pen, beautiful. Emile M. L. Kiser January 8, 2015 at 5:57 PM Thanks so much, Emile.

David Meade January 7, 2015 at 5:52 PM I hear the music while the storm rages . . .survival is now the game in town. Stay warm my dear friend. The tea smells delicious. M. L. Kiser January 7, 2015 at 5:56 PM Many thanks, David.