Image by grimarika
twirling her skirts
shapely flower stem legs
embarrass the snow
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
Winter
All posts tagged Winter
“The Afterlife” by Teleita Alusa
winter is the season of age
fourth and final in sequence
as life pulls away from the sun
blood runs sluggish from cold
footsteps slowed by the snow
the weight of precipitous air
bends the body to stooping
ordeal in each essay of motion
resisted by forces of time
cloudy ambient gray settles
into the eyes seeking signs
through the blustery mists
that a nearing warm dawn
brings new life-after-death
From my book Bohemian Scents
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
“Icy Lake” by Janet James
cold hard edges of winter
recede from a slow nearing sun
ice diminishes
clarity ousts opaque finishes
surfaces find their reveal
living waters
at long last exhale
lakes and millponds
released from their
three moons of torpor
no longer incumbent
on holding their seasonal breath
come again now to quicken
in rippling submission
to mountain-sent winds
casting choppy reflections
in caricature of the sentient
clouds set to oversee
osprey and heron
return to their bars
frigid shadowy shallows
emergent with coldblooded
fish coming out of
their wintery lethargy
stirred by the hooting
and hollering voices ashore
lucky folks who a year ago
chose today’s date
in the age-old tradition of
ice-out day calendar lottery
“Road to Giverny in Winter” by Claude Monet
ice forms in slim wombs
subterranean
temporal passages
crystal with seasons
swell yesterday’s thaw
pushing upthrusting
seriate ripples
embellishing pavements
men laid with a matrix
of dreamstuff
an undulant shapely
cascade leading
either away from
or back to a time and
a place that have
finished themselves
bygone eras completed
now covered by distance
with ribbons of roads
ever lengthening
reaching to span
two opposing horizons
conflicting emotions
of sunrise and sunset
the alpha omega points
true destinations
for traffic compelled
by alternative passions
indifferent to time
From my books Ephemera and Legacies (vol. 2)
“Snow Flurries 1” by Joan McGivney
downy winter
flutters onto my tongue
forest unfazed
From my books Ephemera and Riverthink
“January Jam” by Barry Thompson
winter’s flotsam
wreckage of a season
river arrested
“Winter Chaos, Blizzard” by Marsden Hartley
fierce turning winds
born of violent helix
whip oceans with
spirals of face-slapping
haymaker force
severe snowmaker
lashing at coasts
bringing blizzards
to bury the land
fill the valleys and
fatten the mountains
a roaring assertion
of dominance stirring
in flesh and blood
frailty real fear of
cold counterclock
cycles whose cosmic
proportions of power
give fury to weather
in vortex of winter
oh stoic New England
it’s you who must hold
against mad season
rampage and rage
hunkered down in
the warmth of your
plainspoken principles
flannel and fleece
and a fortified hearth
keep your values
alive instrumental in
teachable moments
of terrible trial
with shovel and plow
and a tipple of whiskey
you summon your
ancestral fortitude
rugged and rustic
full fit to withstand
the assaults of Borrhás
“Smell of Snow” by David Langevin
pine boughs
heavy with winter
inner strength
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