Under a blanket of snow
Nestled a vessel in red
It's off to Dreamland I go
But, minus my frozen head
So, what became of my ride
I think they filled him with lead
I guess I don't care, besides
It's all his fault that I'm dead
Snowy chilly;
But snowy fair.
The compensatory factor
Pluck out this air.
This scourge of life
As numb leaves us
Through what relieves, warm-hearted
Weeps, pitious
By that sort of
Soft, pure appeal
Woman, more than made up for!
For real; for real!
Lanterns bleed on snow
Frost paints the window
lace
Your breath hangs like
smoke
Crimson scarf, trembling
hands
Night hums a low prayer
Stars undress into dawn
On Christmas Eve, we rushed to bed,
talking of a picnic on the front lawn
and cooling in the sprinkler.
As we drifted off, we dreamed
of mysterious presents on our beds.
I woke as the sun began to rise—
the room was cool;
an eerie glow spilled past
my windowpane.
Outside, the world was upside down:
a white scene lay where green should be.
My squeal woke my whole family.
We ran outside to build a snowman.
As the sun climbed higher,
his carrot nose slid to the ground.
For a little while, we saw
what lived on Christmas cards.
Her sparkling words seemed strung as gems
Upon a lyric golden chain
Her songs settled soft as fresh falling snow.
Now haunting hearts in huts heard on the heath,
Mourning on moonless nights, warble music
Such as soundless Sharon once sweetly sung.
When that cold winter comes
and the chilly wind does blow
best stay indoors
as it's freezing down below
but enquiring minds need to know
who ploughs the roads
so the snowplough man can drive to work
and plough the snow?
By Poet.... "Haven hide me safe and sound. Far away from this cruel world. Give me peace of mind and body."
The story of my haven,
as I ran from the huge raven.
Was I living in a cave-in?
Life's pictures have been hung with a cloth pin.
The huge raven represents life,
the cave-in represents midlife.
Where did life go?
Time had no flow,
no more glow.
All the time I was low,
I just wanted to live and to grow.
Hiding in my safe haven covered with snow,
I now watch TV and a new game show.
I love how deep your eyes are
and the spark they have in them
I love how big and your smile is
and the way it gets me
I love your thick, dark and curly hair
and how they move with you
I love your delicate soft hands
and how warm they are when you hug me
I love how caring you are
and always ask how I am doing
but above all i love the feeling i have
when I am around you
and even the feeling i have
when I think about the fact
that I’am never going to have you
but I’m always going to love you
Walking down a lane, strewn with withered leaves,
I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.
There's a true spark of vigor in the breeze of Autumn's call.
One I am quite happy to answer in poetic verses composed
about a family trip to the pumpkin patch, amid hues of Fall
when Nature's boldest color palette is so vibrantly exposed.
It's time for gathering together, and offer words of thanks
for the bountiful food and the beauty of a harvest moon,
and children Trick-or-Treating; scary Halloween pranks.
There's a crispness in the air and firewood to be hewn.
I get so excited when my favorite season approaches
and foliage gloriously blazes in shades of rust and gold.
Too quickly the coldest season of the year encroaches.
I'm not enamored by Winter when shivering with cold.
From this lane, I watch geese flying to a warmer clime,
their vee formation clear to see as to the South they go.
But before Winter takes command there's enough time
to enjoy these golden days of Fall, before the first snow.
I know
you're wondering
who's really
pulling the strings
Puppeting things
unbeknownst
to you
The lines between
the lies & truth
are blurry
They hide what's true
in a hurry
to blind you to
the weight of the storm
You're beneath
a bevy of flurries
that weigh more
than imagined
The reality is heavy
& I imagine you're
looking for answers in
all the wrong places
Empty spaces
where clean mirrors
used to be
You can no longer
glean a clear reflection
due to all the
dirty projections
Harsh lessons
being taught in
the dead of winter
classes
No one passes
in the thick of it all
unless you're shoveling
your fastest
Watch as snowballs
metastasize into the size
of glaciers & roll before
you've had a chance
There's no running from
this avalanche no matter
where you go or
what angle you take
I suppose
they want you to
just accept your fate
& make a snow angel
Where the blast of winter goes,
snow and moisture always flow,
strikes the bush, the rock, the tree,
any building that stands free,
builds a protrusion of white,
like some sped-up stalactite,
ice-trails pointing with the wind,
staggered lengths of icy fringe,
bends the saplings with its weight,
stresses old trunks, some will break,
buildings grow a rounded form,
often look lifeless, forlorn.
Stark and sculpted is its work,
alien world on the earth,
just grows bigger over time,
the snow-mixed coatings of rime,
too much may even cause loss,
but it’s so fun to chip off…
A tall fellow strolled on a beach abroad
Along a cream-like sandy shore unflawed,
He tripped on a small shell
And fell with a sharp yell,
Lying on the ground while all his teeth gnawed.
Two souls destined to bloom as one
Though the world harshly set them apart,
The wind whistles gentle smiles -
And wove their love across miles.
Five winters, five springs, a blink on screen,
With broken dreams yet love sparkles bright,
No wave nor furnace could consume-
Divine love, built on grace, sublime and true.
Sweetest love, gentlest love the hour is here
Amidst the beauty, cherry blossom in symphony-
Snowy flake upon our head a perfect harmony,
A heavenly wedding on earth we embrace.
Love knows no boundaries nor horizon,
When two souls keep their hearts true.
The Queen of Winter
carries her frozen crown
with quiet joy,
its sapphire gems
a burning beacon
within the blizzard.
Snow doves
and white foxes
dash around
her icy gown
as Midwinter hums
cold tunes of solitude.
She marches ahead
through soft snowdrifts
as the arctic wind
tells her its secrets.
Defrosting that damned freezer feels like a lifetime’s work;
a silently leaking judgement from something I’d neglected.
Midnight cracks reveal something wrong, something broken -
hot steam, blankets and warm pans mock a makeshift spa.
In the dripping a wall is revealed, a cavernous backdrop uncovered;
White Cliffs of Dover in a snowstorm, traversed with ice picks.
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