Whitest world with cold and ice,
storming, sleeting, nothing nice.
Temperature sinks once, then twice.
Stay inside! the best advice.
Dropping crinkly like rock pink salt,
graupels fall with pelting assault.
No sign the wintry weather will halt,
night falls hard like a vestral vault.
She left for her home, not wise.
Pellets pitting the road, she cries.
Reports of frigid cold held no lies.
In her car, frozen solid, she dies.
*Inspired by, but not entered in, Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh.
Categories:
graupels, cry, death, environment, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Frigid weather with gritty graupels welcome winter.
Rivulets of raucous rain freeze without cease or halt.
Overly willful waterfalls splatter and splinter.
Zealous spirits scatter shards with turbulent thrust fault
Emerging brush tips turn tourmaline in the hinter.
Neither dream nor prayer can cease the arctic assault.
Soon all within sight is frozen as solid as steel.
Only constant currents course beneath the sea’s surface.
Life lies limpid and sleeps till spring thaw offers repeal.
Inhospitable season’s side effects soon lose face.
Days of sizzling sunshine offer auspicious appeal.
30 November 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
graupels, environment, nature, seasons, winter,
Form: Acrostic
The whoosh of the wild winter wind
wrapped me within swift swishing swirls
whipping me on till there it stood,
a lonely cabin in the wood.
The shrill shriek of the screech owl split
the whoosh of the wild winter wind
and he swooped about the cabin,
stalking his prey with clever wit.
The cabin’s shutters banged about,
no shelter from the whistle or
the whoosh of the wild winter wind,
and whined of the coming whiteout.
The burbling creek where graupels splat
babbled past the lonely cabin
as the birch creaked their welcome at
the whoosh of the wild winter wind.
Categories:
graupels, nature, onomatopoeia, snow, sound,
Form: Quatern