Art Credit: Bitter Cold by Rhiannon Brunett (Thisisrhi)
O Spring, why so shy?
you poked your head out
so briefly, briefly
then hid once more
For two days, I’ve shivered
from your shied flight
Winter still whips
outside my door
Tag Archives: winter
Subzero
Vivid imagery of winter… beautifully penned
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“Cold Mountain” by Cristina Del Sol
no season for sadness
as tears turn to crystal
no freedom to grieve
a more ambient winter
icy fingertips sting
to be stranded
so far from the heart
breathless lungs seize
in shock of the cold
not allowing the voice
to enunciate sorrow
it’s left to the pines
pained and strained
by the hammering wind
to moanfully mourn
such arctic aggression
small stones – February 6, 2016
art credit: Winter by Tim Huhn
early morning chill
bites clean to the bones
a harsh reminder
winter lingers still
small stones – January 21, 2016
stepped outside
mail for the post
welcomed by tiny cat prints
descending the stairs
the only signs of life
upon the fallen snow
Winter Beach – Haiku – January 20, 2016
Great haiku for a winter’s evenin’
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winter beach
ducks and dogs
masters of the beach and lake
distant smell of snow
winter’s whispers
gulls, ducks and the northern wind
alone on the beach
© G.s.k. ‘16
Shade of Winter – Poetry
art credit: Hazy Shade of Winter by LesFromages
Shade of Winter
Is this death or rebirth?
The age old philosopher’s question –
ever the pessimist or the optimist
But there is more dormant below the surface
than the decaying above
The whisper of a chilled wind carries
the chiming of bangles:
it’s a hazy shade of winter –
ushering in a deep freeze, so silent
one could go mad
And yet, Life bubbles out of frozen ponds
and glistens on tree buds
awaiting the moment to burst
into Divine interpretation
This performance is for the living
the bearer of hope in the bleakest of days
Copyright ©January 2016 Lori Carlson
small stones – January 19, 2016
weeks ago I moved
the most fragile
into the center room
the ones that would freeze
wilt and die below 40 degrees
today I moved the hardiest
as temperatures dipped
way below freezing
if only I could bundle
them all in blankets
my jungle would not be gone
and emptiness
would not surround me
Nocturne with Flame
A toasty poem to warm your heart on a cold winter’s day
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Nocturne with Flame
Not imposition, but welcome.
Another’s stirred embers, banked
and forming the kindling’s base.
Thus the licked paper curling with smoke,
stars shooting into the blackness,
and finally, exploding light
transformed to heat.
From one’s loss, another’s gain.
The flickering on my cheek.
Inhaled bitterness and memory.
The wait, the period before.
Like the owl in the live oak,
or the mice under our floor
returning, I celebrate the cycle,
and grow warm.
small stones – January 18, 2016
image by Karen Hunnicutt
winter rages outside
with frost nipping
at windowpanes
inside the steam swirls
from a cup of espresso
as I sip and reflect
upon the day ahead
small stones – January 15, 2016
Another grey day
with rain gently falling
Winter’s playing tag
and today
I am not IT
