A winter frost stills
an ever changing pattern
of autumn’s fallen leaves
Tag: winter
Two Old-Timers
a stately tree forsook
the youthful whimsies that shook
it strongly
in the autumn wind
and lived a hundred years
and more, by the shore
of the river where it was planted
until a gale came
that finally made it bend
into an embrace of water:
there they were content to spend
(two wizened, conspiring friends)
the rest of winter
The creations of Children
Have you noticed?
All snowmen wait
with their arms outstretched
as if hoping to provide
an embrace
The Traveler
Hands in my pockets
I do not envy the moon
her lonesome path
although I fail to see
any but my own:
footprints in the snow
Meal Time
waiting patiently
for a feeder refill
goldfinch
By the Roots
Upon the fallow field
Against the farmer’s reason
An insistent blade of grass
Shooting out of season
“What folly, what stupidity,”
Said the farmer with his hoe
And promptly dug a hole
Where the blade did grow
And through that winter, it remained
A dark stain unwashed by rain
Never covered by a gentle snow
Never graced by the sun’s sweet glow
An empty hole where a blade did grow
And in the spring, that farmer found
And reaped what he had sowed;
A whole field, spot and all,
Insistent, fallow
Northern Lights
deep winters
some dream of
tropical getaways
others race towards
starker beauty
Nighttime Trek
under an obscuring
snowfall
hidden moon
silent she-wolf
Branches of Snow
up in the mountains
a crystal lattice
will it shatter if I ask
where it came from?
Time Elapse
A collaborative poem between me and Syl65! Syl was one of the first poets I met here on WordPress and his love poems are particularly tender and never fail to impress. Please visit his site to explore more of his work!
The days are flying by
And my calendar can’t keep up
Just got the sunscreen ready
Now there’s a sale on winter coats
Halloween costumes are shaking
Spidery webs and monster claws
But the leaves are still green
And I feel freshly thawed
I think I’m hearing turkeys
Gobble, gobble, gobble
Christmas decorations up already
My mind is starting to wobble
Champagne at year’s end
Although I’m still in summer
Should I be like a child sighing?
“Oh, what a bummer!”
Fly by days
Lead into fly by nights
Did the Mayan calender really end?
Or is there no end in sight?
So many thoughts
A-whirling in my head
Time to stop thinking of time
And simply go to bed.
RED GLADIOLA 