L Milton Hankins Poet Villanelle

Winter Comes Early In the Mountains

Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
Wintry weather creeps down with passing days,
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.

Many of the larger critters are sadly trapped,
For they have not adjusted to our urban ways
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.

Tall, spindly pines are in thin snowsuits wrapped
In the wind a snow-laden limb melodically sways
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.

Native brown bears, fat and lazy, seem zapped
As they search for a safe place while winter splays
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.

Before the snow can melt, it is once again lapped
Piling up high, thwarting mountain hiking forays
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.

For years the mountain trails have been mapped
It’s possible to enjoy those Christmas Eve sleighs
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.

Written October 29, 2022

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Constance La France November 8, 2022 at 10:42 AM Milt, your poem is truly beautiful, I love the third person observations and descriptions, well done L Milton Hankins November 8, 2022 at 12:46 PM Thank you so much, Constance. I so appreciate your thoughtful and kind comment.

Joanna Daniel November 3, 2022 at 8:57 PM A wonderful poem, Milt, with a difficult rhyme perfectly executed:) L Milton Hankins November 4, 2022 at 8:04 AM Thank you so much, Jo, for your thoughtful comment on my poem.

Caren Krutsinger October 31, 2022 at 1:04 PM Have you seen these bears? "Native brown bears, fat and lazy, seem zapped" you seem pretty knowlegeable about them! L Milton Hankins November 4, 2022 at 8:05 AM I have, Caren. Once we had to stop on the highway along about dusk while a bear and her cubs crossed. They ambled along like they didn't have a care in the world. It was wonderful to see them.

Tom Cunningham October 29, 2022 at 12:13 PM You paint a stunning mountain image with your words Milton. Hope your weekend is going well. Tom L Milton Hankins October 29, 2022 at 1:01 PM It is, Tom. Thanks so much. I appreciate your comment and am happy you enjoyed my poem.

Jim Slaughter October 29, 2022 at 11:19 AM I'm a child/son of the West Texas desert, L M, so I can't really relate to a mountain scenario. But this excellent piece makes me think I would enjoy it immensely. I love "The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped". L Milton Hankins October 29, 2022 at 11:31 AM Thanks so much, Jim. I have no idea what the West Texas desert is like this time of the year. I'd suppose it's still hot and dry, though chilly after the sun goes down?