small stones – March 3, 2016

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

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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

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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

Carpe Diem #899 beach

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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