beautiful Winter scene,
as chilling fingers of ice
slowly crept over the
edges of the roof,
stretching their icy
tentacles to clutch the
powdery puffs of
wind blown snow.
The one rusty hinge
on the old shed door,
creaked and moaned
its freezing protest
against being disturbed.
The Winter sun stabbed
feebly through the
low gray clouds,
giving brief, errant
caresses to the lone
pine standing forlornly
by the rattling shed.
Freezing footprints led
hesitantly up to
the swaying door,
then slowly drew away.
The deep green of
the stalwart pine lent
a feeble ray of life to
the swaying door,
then slowly drew away.
The deep green of
the stalwart pine lent
a feeble ray of life to
the loneliness of
this Winter scene.
A lone rabbit hunched
half frozen behind
the protection of
a wraith like bush,
clinging ghost like to
the frozen earth,
preferring its
slight safety to
that of the rattling,
groaning, shed.
The bone chilling
crazy yammering
this Winter scene.
A lone rabbit hunched
half frozen behind
the protection of
a wraith like bush,
clinging ghost like to
the frozen earth,
preferring its
slight safety to
that of the rattling,
groaning, shed.
The bone chilling
crazy yammering
of a coyote,
wafting along the
freezing wind,
only enhances the
utter forlornness of
this bleak scene.
Winter is cruel for all
unfortunate souls who
dare defy her laws.
The high pitched
eerie scream of an
eagle enhanced the
powers of nature,
as it swooped down
on powerful wings,
grabbing the half frozen
rabbit in its talons.
The chilling death
screams of the rabbit
as it was borne away,
added the final touch
to nature's raw,
cold Winter scene.
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Realms of cotton. One visual among the mass. Swirling clear, cloudy, crystal.
ReplyDeleteSeeing the world in one. No edges.
No guesses. Absolute in entity.
No Ying Yang. No wondering. Pure. If only.
Ice shining in the sun.
A cold frost cutting into the grasses.....
(read my writing-Monolithic Color if you're interested...
Dave-You capture the pitiless desolation of winter beautifully in this poem.
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