WINTERTIME....

Wintertime

 

Winter winds deeply relentless

carry wisps of burning wood

smoke zestfully rise in their blueness

slowly drift above rooftops and frozen brook

 

Slanting sun rays no longer warm

cast shadows transplanted on frosted paths

over swollen ground in hideous forms

that seek to frighten travelers who pass

 

The softly falling crystal powder

settles on nature like a heavenly whisper

and in stillness, drifts grow and cover

lowly bushes with wings of silver

 

The spiders handy work sparkles with frost

surrendering to the season at hand

and any hope for warmth is lost

in snow-bound fields and land

 

For now, at deliberate pace beneath wintry skies

we plod the lane to fulfillment

That road leading us from those wintry nights

Taking us closer to Springtime contentment

Winter Critic Denied.....

Winter Critic Denied

 

Not much grows in the Winter

no buds, no leafs or pretty flower

but inside home, near the fireplace

Love grows at a steady pace

 

Chilled weather denies outdoor fun

'Tis much too harsh for a daily run

but warmly bundled on cold mornings

children laugh and scream while tobogganing

 

Hard frost covers the picket fences

and no one sits on park benches

but on ponds frozen over

There's plenty of ice skaters

 

Winter depicted as the decline of life

full of strife and lack of light

offers us time to sip wine together

and relive memories that last forever

 

Happy times that touch dreams in mind

where summertime is always kind

and chases away winter snow

that swirls outside our life's window

Winter Happenstance....

Winter Happenstance

 

While snowshoeing on a Winter morning

striding beneath skies blue at eager pace

Sunshine bouncing on the ground covered glaze

My quick steps sent snow flying

 

Deep tracks crossed my wooded path

Confirmation of life in these transparent woods

A flash frozen record of where it stood

Existence of a timid creature, perhaps

 

Tracks that touched my awareness of ghostly nature

Visions of lean muscles wrapped in skin sleek

That graced the creature in snow quite deep

All imagined in these perceptions captured

 

Farther down the ascending trail

Amid pine shadows and with heavy breath

Quickly I approached several thickets

and came upon a buck with antlers eight

 

His brown eyes the size of silver dollars

I felt like an intruder in his domain

Standing very still, there I remained

As he snorted and stamped at that morning hour

 

In winter cold and with hunger led

He faced me and held his ground

as I stood on the trail without a sound

a grateful witness to nature protracted

 

We stared at each other for a moments stay

Momentarily bound together but living separately

Beneath the suns slanting ray

Then, with tail in air, he bounded away

Winter Butterfly....

Winter Butterfly

 

During winters world time spent

she seeks the light heaven sent

fallen leaves are strewn everywhere

skeleton woods endure rigid and bare

 

The whistling winds and sparkling frost

challenge her angel wings wildly tossed

as numbness rushes in from the void

cold neglect brings her no joy

 

Once the symbol of freedom in air

she now faces daily despair

as flowered moments live in her memory

reminding her of life's vulgarity

 

Soulful essence now frozen in time

she needs the warmth of friendships clime

She enters the darkened room

as sounds of laughter breaks the gloom

 

Her wings flutter, lifting her body

drawn to the light and warmth instantly

drawn to the blazing lounge fireplace

where she will vanish without a trace

Winter Hard Snow Soft....

Winter Hard Snow Soft

 

Glitter that seems like gold

cover uniform white and cold

a substance in scattered mounds crystal full

Stirs emotions plain and simple

Winter hard plows down the avenue

brings moments of reality brand new

its solid surface glitters white gold

Cherished, collected and sold

Hold that something pure and embraceable

soft and lovingly irresistible

That lives in the casual snowfall

On winters hard as sparkles call

Winds of winter whisper tomorrows notices

that dissipate in forest fortresses

as swirling specks fly randomly

reminding us in life early

to gather white precipitation of dreams

fill many vases with moments esteemed

that surely look like gold

but are the soft comforts of being old

WINTER RIVER...

Winter River

 

Frigid river water like clear gin

flows in frothy waves and curls

then disappears under shell ice that swirls

beneath the loneliness of winter chill

 

This winter river jars our senses

seeks only momentary gazes from us

to satisfy our spirit pleasure thus

vindicating its icy presence

 

As the Great Blue Heron no longer flies

and the bass no longer leaps

no more wild flowers border waters deep

the winter river is host to Golden Eyes

 

Beauty is there in frozen desolation

seeing the river I know quite well

Quietly, I succumb to its winter spell

that resides in seasonal conditions

 

Frothy tongues lick ice shelves

and murmur babbling incantations

that draw my gaze and attention

to Winter Rivers mystical self

 

and like enduring love, it flows

nurturing needs and wants that arise

during winter times that otherwise

would linger in our mind shadows

 

 

 

Winter Blades of Grass....

Winter Blades of Grass

 

Winter blades of grass quietly hide

they remain full of life arrested

while beneath their cover easily comforted

'Tis hardly a case of herbal suicide

 

Sporting green and hardly frozen

we can hear their tiny moans

in the covered darkness together alone

with their brothers in many dozens

 

I cheerfully stroll through the woods

with trees arching above

stillness is rendered by whistling doves

as blades of grass are hidden for good

 

They had their moments in sunny conditions

and are now covered by glittering flakes

I seek to remove their burden but hesitate

knowing that the cold is their poison

 

Better to let them sleep soundly

Until the returning warmth of May

brings sunny days that stay

to welcome bare feet on them all day

 

And in the glorious fields of June

all shall witness on Summers morn

the emerald blades well worn

that delightfully persist and endure

 

 

 

 

 

 



Winter Stroll 2015.....

Winter Stroll 2015

 

The falling snow, much like confectionary sugar

Drifts to earth caressing my face

and icy crystals born of nature

Sting my eyes in their downward trace

 

Slowly, I walk among the naked trees

on the twisting icy path

my senses tuned to wintry reality

savoring freshness and warmed by my winter hat

 

The frigid air is clean and crisp

lightly sprinkled with piney scent

my footfalls crunch on trail that twists

from hill to valley in a slow descent

 

Time has stopped, the world is gone

as this fortress of solitude feeds my soul

It absorbs my identity and whispers its song

it brings comfort with its virgin cold

 

Forest silent, gives all its peace

A gift to everyone it can certainly be

humanity should spend a day, at least

drinking from its well of mental sanity



AUCUN BUT....

Aucun But ( no goal )

 

 

There were diamonds in the sky

Pinholes in the fabric of the night

Black velvet darkness punctured by points of light

 

Stars whispered their presence

like ligaments supporting purpose and essence

so very unique in their brilliance

 

and the platitudes of life endured

with personal ills to be cured

emotions that pierced daily duties for sure

 

he accepted the fear of reality

that stalks the night and steals 

the comfort of peaceful sleep

 

As the flower of love was rendered

fatefully shy and in silence heard

fully exposed to feelings whispered

 

feelings facing a fusillade of words

stunning the mind when heard

and hitting like a jab unfurled

 

words breaking the barrier of silent lips

as time relentless quietly slipped

through his grasp and fingertips

 

he hoped to score while covered in illusion

 searching for wisdom and passion

to create verses unique in their fashion