Winter sheds Her dander
upon a frigid breeze,
releasing flakes of white.
Like soft, feathery down,
they silently settle
on everything in sight.
Ice crystals glittering
in their dazzling splendor,
set the landscape aglow.
And Fall's fiery flames are
extinguished overnight,
by a blanket of snow.
Winter's white whitewashes
Autumn's leaf mosaics,
expunging everything.
And Her spic-and-span breath
exhales a sterile clean;
preparing all for Spring.
Categories:
whitewashes, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Form: Verse
Loving you is easy
As you are the door – Ianua
To spring
Ice clouds are held in the furnace:
Dirty grey pearls
Your other name is of course
Janus- you are the month of transition
Though I love you as you are
Frostbites as your trade
Dew on the sullen grass
Fog of Monet above Thames
The sun bites its tongue: pusillanimous
Loving you is easy
For you are full of hope and mystery
Away with the yesteryear we sing
Welcome January- our pagan hearts chant.
Sometimes snow whitewashes the towns
And the broken hearts begin to mend
At its diamond glow.
Loving you is easy
For you are the Wulf- Monath
Of the Saxons.
Blue eyed ancient creatures
Flame our imaginations
White furs and fragile egos.
Loving you is easy
As your aluminium foiled soil
Is toiled and tamed
For the bulbs and the seeds
Oh the anticipation to witness the colours and scents again
The earth will shed its dead skin
Soon.
Categories:
whitewashes, january, love, new year,
Form: Rhyme
Winter whitewashes Autumn's decay,
and yet, you know that Spring will soon show.
But, as snowflakes bury Fall's array,
depression deepens with each fresh snow.
Snow-laden trees, like sculptures of clay;
stand exposed, chiseled by a sharp breeze.
And stenciled in statuary grey;
like outstretched fingers, bare branches freeze.
A brisk breeze wrestles your breath away,
in the grip of an unyielding cold.
And muting the sound of children's play;
melancholy thoughts start to take hold.
A stormy day causes nerves to fray,
for doldrums brood within shadows cast.
And folks speculate on Spring's delay,
damping hopes that this weather won't last.
Purple and scarlet ink the sun's rays,
and yet, sunset chills you to the bone.
For as twilight dims on dreary days,
you feel depressed, shut in, and alone.
Categories:
whitewashes, depression, february, how i
Form: Quatrain