Barry Stebbings Poet Rhyme

Winter

Winter

     In cold, silent night with star filled eyes,
     Austere Winter ascends her icy throne
     And sternly rules under polar skies.

     Sleep dulled hours tread slow with little sound,
     The barely awakened days too short.
     Gentle snow blown soft upon the ground.

     Until spirited Spring usurps the throne
     And Winter's loss to Summer's profit turns.
     Then golden leaves by Autumn spirits blown

     And ancient forest trees bend and groan.
     Weary Days darken, Nature turns to rest
     As Winter once again ascends her throne. 

      Barry Stebbings
      18/05/2016

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Peggy Sharretts June 27, 2017 at 1:10 PM Very lovely. I caught my attention.

Peggy Sharretts June 27, 2017 at 1:10 PM Very lovely. It caught my attention. Barry Stebbings June 28, 2017 at 1:38 PM Thank you very much, Peggy. // Barry

Maurice Rigoler May 28, 2016 at 4:41 PM Yes, each season rules a year. Love the third stanza. Thank you for reading the Spider. Still not satisfied with it, so will do some editing in the near future. Many thanks for stopping by. / M Barry Stebbings July 2, 2017 at 4:47 AM Thank you for your comments, Maurice. // Barry.

Pashang Salehi May 19, 2016 at 11:00 PM I like your winter a lot. Nicely done Barry Stebbings May 20, 2016 at 2:38 AM Thank You, Pashang

Constance La France May 18, 2016 at 4:31 PM barry this is really wonderful, I am loving it 7 ~ Barry Stebbings May 19, 2016 at 8:11 PM Thank you for reading this piece, Broken Wings, and for the 7. Pleased you enjoyed it.