Winter cold bitter
Escape icy elements
Ruby red warm fire
Embracing the home sweet home
Illuminating loves light
lo the beating frost
frigid blistering frozen
cold inbankment frost
12/29/25
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
eye vision feels the
brisk Frozen breath of the Wind
blistering cold breath
12/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
FRIGID BITTER ATTITUDE SMUTTED WOMAN-
Wintry mix soul of emotion--
lack of compassionate no-show;
...So she was winter crisp chilling,
stony unsympathetic heart'
Disposition mean ice-queen part;
Your cold, responsiveness lacking;
2/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Muskoxen and yaks can survive
In frigid weathers that kill most who are alive
Minus forty degrees is okay with them
They like icicles on their chin
Cold wins blow across
My weary bones
Feathered icicles
Hanging high above home
Downey woodpecker
Eating a suet mix
Nature’s inadequacy
For a protein fix
Cats watch behind
Glass doors
Phantasms erupt
On litter laden floors
Feathered shadows
Creeping in my door
Sultry winter
Crystal icicles
Creatures on my floor
Warming sun
Shrinks the creatures range
Infatuation of darkness
Mentally so strange
.
this tour
trip
excursion
mine nipples pointed
az
hers
at the bottom uv
thuh pool
early
Spring
I would have hiked
but
would have missed
the view
It's moderating, yee haw it's warming a bit
Finally it's getting above zero
Just a while ago thought 50 was freezing
Now it's balmy from a few days ago
In comparison temps can feel warm or cold
Depending on what we're accustomed to
50 can feel downright damn balmy or frigid
Really not much us guys can do
Go with the flow, that's what I always say
At 50 in the fall wear a coat
At 50 in spring strip down to your underpants
Coz 50 is balmy, no joke
So there you have it, that's my take on things
Humans are hard to comprehend
Hard to try to figure us modern guys out
It'll drive you around the bend
Fidget, the midget
paid Bridget a visit ~
Soon his digit was rigid
Three chickadees on a branch
huddle together in the winter cold
they fluff up their feathers
one has his head tucked sleeping
two look about as the wind blows
beyond, the sky is frigid blue
I Silently sipping the last limping remains of wine
within the crumbling confines of my glass.
guiltlessly glistening in the amorous arms of evergreen.
Lonesomely, my eyes lift themselves
up from my blackened
blue brass bottle of bitterness
and gradually grows aware
of the arid aristocratic atmosphere.
Lustered with the luminous larks
who lurk within the numbing neon
nature of the iridescent nightlife.
But among these unfruitful flocks
feebly flutters the faint fanciful feathers of the frigid finch.
Who still sternly staggers his weakened way through the
world’s wishful
word woven woodlands of what if towards the eternally
terminal edge
of mortality.
In search of an answer
patiently perched upon the topic of
what light lingers within the relieving realms of truth.
It's winter as I view the merging between night and dawn
Frosted dew crunches underfoot as I stroll across my lawn
Around me the world is hushed and a fading star still shines
Virgin snow fell overnight, settling like blankets on the pines
I glimpse pale light on the horizon this frozen January morn
Shadows are being cast over the hills as another day is born
A spectrum of pastels is painting the sky in such colorful array
The sun's golden beams resemble swords making way for day
On a morning walk, my breath turns into mist in the frigid air
There are paw prints in the snow, and tree branches are bare
Water slowly drips from icicles beneath each gabled dormer
A hearth fire beckons me inside where it will be much warmer
January 13, 2023
12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Hell
no,
false claim;
Could not be
farther from the truth;
You think you make my heart frigid?
That’s how I know that you were not looking in my eyes;
The fire was too much so you made an excuse don’t blame me for the ice around your heart.
The leafless woods,
frigid in December
Allowed me in,
Like a needle in a haystack,
Just so I could feel
The fondness of familiar love …..
A forest landscape
Luxurious as the icicles
That hung thick as steel
From the trees,
Sunlight piercing each one
Into a separate crystalline
Flash of prism light
Removing any thought
Of a winter void,
So that only the astounding
Gift of light
Surrounded
Any remnant of fear
Absorbing it into
The languid moment
Of a frozen river
Turning it back into
The boldness of
An everlasting hope.
The Frigid Month of February
Winter at its worst: cold and dreary,
When whipped-up, brisk winds quake the wary
As falling temperatures and snow
Freeze exposed skin, nose, fingers, and toes.
In a blitz of polar-like weather
That stymies the ardent traveller,
People shudder forward in the chill,
Trekking along like penguins uphill.
Moody temperaments dissipate
In shared bonds in which people partake,
As they empathize with each other
When outside challenging the weather.
Winter at its worst: cold and dreary
In the frigid month of February.
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