Winter Seasons Poems

icy rain
shiny tree limbs hang
candle light...

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Wind of creation and wind of the dawn,
All thou caress is soon withered and gone.
Born of the elements, battered and bare,
All that is common, so...

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Born on the islands that gleam in the sea,
Born in contentment and born to be free,
Raised in your midst with your faults as they be,
Gone...

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A bright sunny day...
Naked tree branches glowing...
Ground-snow reflecting...
What a deceiving cold day
Juxtaposed nature canvassed!...

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Still soft but icy is the morn
On and within my guessing lips.
The downdrifts of the night before
Ghost under mattress to my floor —
The snow's attachment,...

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Cooler breezes give us relief from the stifling heat,
A signal autumn is coming, and summer is in full retreat.

Leaves on the trees turn yellow, orange,...

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Snowflakes
Keepsakes

Wind blows
Breath froze


...

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Teal entreats and cuddles the appellant granted gifts
a third spun away and sprung a new course to breathe
a new blend of Flora life amidst the...

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Little girl, Sunday
through christening water 
Little woman, Monday
through marring rain —
and motions
the berg slicker —
fear the approaching snow 
their heart reign;
together a frozen chord 
felt...

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“Snow brings a special quality with it—the power to stop life as you know it dead in its tracks.” - Nancy Hatch Woodward

Winter’s breath, slowly...

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crimson autumn leaves
painting winter's white canvas~
The final brushstroke...

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A Solar trims the Earth's waistline,
while Polars bare all the segments,
Springing up those northern steppes leans sublime,
the Vernal Equinox presents,
then, on March 20th, it will...

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All through December the days were warm
creeping into the high sixties
Grass was green and roses blooming
Nights gave warning with cold
below freezing soon after the sun...

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The sky is a cloudless crystal blue
with a breeze to chap your lips
I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent
the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red
sailors...

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In winter
The forest becomes invisible

This
Is
When the wood can be touched

Such
Tall
And toppled tenderness
Will not flinch

Beyond
Looking through
The centuries exposed

Forest floor
Floats
With deadfall

So many crisscrossed legs and arms

Windthrow veins
Drained
Of...

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