M. L. Kiser Poet Free verse

Winter Bliss

Old Man Winter dons his
best sapphire blue, 
lavender suit
while Mother Nature
dresses in her finest
lace gown.

The splendor of 
crystalline trees provide
a curtained backdrop
for their dance.
The stars strobe to
the music of the ethers;
this is winter bliss.

Such a night 
so long ago
when celestials
sang to a newborn;
an annual celebration
even nature enjoys. 

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Chris Green February 3, 2020 at 12:37 PM This was beautiful M.L. So nicely done. M. L. Kiser February 5, 2020 at 11:41 AM Thank you Chris.

Gershon Wolf February 3, 2020 at 12:42 AM This must be before even my time, when Old Man Winter was young! Enjoyed the dance! :) gw M. L. Kiser February 5, 2020 at 11:42 AM He can still do a decent jig, I think. Maybe it's a clog instead. Anyway, I appreciate the read.

Sandra Adams February 2, 2020 at 6:10 PM You bring winter's waltz to life wonderfully :) hugs M. L. Kiser February 5, 2020 at 11:42 AM Thanks so much.