
Image by grimarika
twirling her skirts
shapely flower stem legs
embarrass the snow
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
Image by grimarika
twirling her skirts
shapely flower stem legs
embarrass the snow
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
Russian Christmas Card Illustration
snowbanked lanes
rise and dip
winding winter
through woodlands
surrounding colonial
cottages glowing
with firelight warm
scent of woodsmoke
on air crackling crisp
nature’s breath
sweet as maple
sap ready to run
sound carries
remote country
distance soft echoes
find ears with a
gratified peace
as I peer through
my trees I imagine
three canter abreast
muted clops coming
toward me the whoosh
of a sleigh tinkling
bells growing closer
and waving to me
from their bundling
furs two beaming
cold-reddened faces
who hail me in Slavic
Zhivago and Lara
with Pasternak
tucked in behind
this day promises
grand conversation
From my book Bohemian Scents
“Yellow House in Winter Woods” by Bob Richey
heaven exists near to home
in this season of silence
a snow settled wood
holy ground
hushed and greenless
my open air chapel
white altarcloth
laid for communion of creatures
crisp air charged with prayer
hoof and paw
fur and feather
my congregant fellowship
take benediction of snowflakes
unseen aspergillum
dispensing white whispers
each whisper
containing an answer
each answer
containing a blessing
each blessing
containing a chance
to experience grace
all it takes is a heart
humble willing and open
inspired to a reverence for life
here and now near to home
From my book Ephemera
“Snow Flurries 1” by Joan McGivney
downy winter
flutters onto my tongue
forest unfazed
From my books Ephemera and Riverthink
“Smell of Snow” by David Langevin
pine boughs
heavy with winter
inner strength
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an apparent purification
serene and pristine
soft illusions of sinless ground
a gleaming cold interlude
placid still setting in
blue-tinted glow-light
of three winter moons
between seasons of signs
left by waxing and waning
ambitions who vied in more
ruthless arenas of summer
but here and for now
beneath bloodless white scapes
human nature lies dormant
till the damnable tracks
of iniquitous men
at their merciless deeds
reappear with the thaw
among here-and-there
traces of nobler humanity
“Cemetery And Vicarage In Kochel” by Wassily Kandinsky
bury me under the snows
of a quiet cold morning
no need for the green
blades of summer to
cheer my eternity
white blankets
comfort my
everlast
peace
death
occurs in
each season
but wintertime
renders its purity
white with celestial
endowment soft light
unimpeded falls leafless
from heaven’s own fingers
From my books Ephemera and Legacies (vol. 2)
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fire plays on the hearth
snow limning the mullioned panes
drinking poetry
(originally posted December 2013)
“Winter Steam Study” by Karen Margulis
snowcover melting
voice of an infinite thaw
speaks from the streams
“Egyptian Revolution” by Hani Zurob
it’s been a hot century
mummies have melted
their binding dry
gauze catching fire
igniting rebellion
informed by dead
dynasties burning in
scalded sand agony
waiting for signal
that cruel Amun-Ra
has been vanquished
the curse of the sun
lifted giving to cool
cosmopolitan minds
a new future of
ambient liberty
(originally posted December 2013)
Writer Lynne Sargent
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