Donna Jones Poet Free verse

Winter's Lair

Evening skies darken to ashen gray
Mesmerizing, no glance dare go astray

Small living creatures sense looming danger
Low black clouds, mother nature's anger 

Trees scatter moonlight's eerie shadows
Warm breath turns crisp in this sudden winter castle

Stardust lands on frozen meadows
As creeping fog erases moon's shadows

Icicles hang like stinging tassels
From petals on yesterday's beautiful flowers

Footsteps today placed upon soft green grass
Now shatter beneath me like breaking glass

Bare exposed arms of the mighty oak tree
Even her fingers, tremble of what is to be

Now encased completely in coffins of ice
Awaiting mother nature's one destructive sigh

To bring down her branches
Out goes the power
End of story

©Donna Jones

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Robert Ludden March 1, 2013 at 12:09 PM Lovely metaphor here...good write! -Dean Donna Jones March 1, 2013 at 3:12 PM Appreciate that Dean..:-)

Andrea Dietrich February 27, 2013 at 5:16 PM yes, winter can be just like a lair and your imagery captures that idea, sweetie. I enjoyed finding this one to read. Donna Jones February 27, 2013 at 7:48 PM I've been through many such Oklahoma ice storms...thanks for stopping by Andrea...have a nice night

Sara Kendrick February 25, 2013 at 11:42 AM I hope that this has not happened to you lately..That is not a good part of winter...Enjoyed reading your work..It has good flow to it...Sara Donna Jones February 26, 2013 at 12:41 PM Just snow...but OK has had its share of these nasty ice storms...so destructive...thanks for reading today Sara..blessings

Painted Hunter February 25, 2013 at 7:21 AM ooo...I really like this one!...its right up my alley Donna Jones February 25, 2013 at 10:17 AM Thanks Caleb glad you enjoyed...and thanks for stopping by..Donna

Jack Ellison February 24, 2013 at 7:35 AM I'm sure you must have lived in Canada to be able to write about winter with such deep passion. I've had 77 of them... far too many! Another excellent offering! Big hugs, Jack xox Donna Jones February 24, 2013 at 4:50 PM Nope...but lived in some pretty cold country....don't know if you'll read this or not but I am not able to reply to your poems. Thanks for stopping by..donna

Connie Gildersleeve February 23, 2013 at 12:32 PM Beautiful rhythm and an exceptional visual poem. Nicely donee Donna. Warm Smiles, Connie Donna Jones February 23, 2013 at 7:01 PM :-) thanks so much Connie...

Russell Sivey February 23, 2013 at 11:46 AM This is one dynamic and enlightening write my friend! I loved reading this stupendous piece this afternoon! What a harrowing experience this adventure surely is! Quite the spectacular poem, Great Work!! Donna Jones February 23, 2013 at 7:00 PM Thanks Russell much appreciated..

Anne-Lise Andresen February 23, 2013 at 11:28 AM - Mother Nature is the most beautiful picture, no matter the season Donna. - Thanks for your lovely poem. -Wishing you a wonderful weekend. -oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Donna Jones February 23, 2013 at 11:40 AM Thanks...you also...these weekends surely come and go quickly don't they?