“Foggy Moon II” by Sherry Genovar-Simons
fog has a sound
if you listen
droplets burst
low to ground
on atomized air
the small noise
of conflict
encounters of cold
vying warmth
for supremacy
settling their hash
moistly wrestling
swirled in their
clinches the tails
of their veils
smudge the moon
till agreement
finds voice in
thin whispering
vapors of truce
just in time for the
yawning of dawn
before boulders
borrow the sun
From my books Small Noise and Legacies (vol. 2)
“Chicago Winter” by Heidi Malott
backs turned to the wind
skyscrapers huddle for warmth
winter howls off the lake
punch-drunk pedestrians lurch
leaning into their livelihoods
(originally posted December 2013)
“Snow Storm” collage by Vera Simons
the air crinkles
like cellophane
clinging to skin
each inhale
an icy shock
shuddering lungs
each exhale a
gelid cold cloud
soft beards become
stiff wired brushes
and tears turn to
gemstones set
still on the cheek
arctic needles
prick pores
frigid stings
into layers of
muslin and down
till the core vents
the last of its
organic warmth
ahh
the bracing brisk joy
of a life sharp and
clean in the fierce
freezing throes of
a rigorous winter
(originally posted January 2014)
Photo by Shutterbug74
(Originally posted February 2014)
what grows in the winter but the cold
pushes lengthening fingers of frost
along sidewalks and down dead-end streets
up the stairs into parlors no purpose
at hand but to freeze every clock and
with that put a stop to the end of the night
Daffodils Under Stress
cold cracks tender stems
white smothers new green
with its jealousy
early glory of spring
quashed by winter’s revenge
“Coldness” by Tanya Vasilenko
it’s not winter that chills me
I was born in the winter
it’s the icy cold hurtling
frog-march of time
ineluctably pushing me
into unbreathable air
hanging deadly and frigid
above that bleak boneyard
where spirits are frozen
then shattered like glass
shards interred with cold
stones and cadavers of worms
beneath surface of seasons
bestilled and forever deceased
“Sea Smoke 9: Duluth, Minnesota” by Derek Montgomery
frigid fog lifts
from the new
morning surface
surprised as odd
turbulent spirals
form cold burning
hallmarks of nature
in moments extreme
conflating the traits
sworn to fire and ice
and ocean and sky
under watch of a
suddenly diffident sun
“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
“Pine Trees and Snow” by Joy Nichols
crisp apple-sweet air
exhaled by evergreen lungs
chilled by the snow
From my books Onionskin and Riverthink
Painting by Bob Stedman
From stedmanart.com
warm October day
no durable clemency
cold comes the night
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
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flights of fancy from New Zealand
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