An opaque dimness greeted the day Obscuring all in a tender gray Nothing of interest was left to see For all was cloaked in mystery. A fuzzy fog had swallowed valleys and trees But left in their midst the comfort of ease For the trees as they nestled in tight Enjoying cloaks of winter’s delight. … Continue reading The Messenger
Morning sun reflects off snow Glittering here below Whispering in harmony. Snow melt slips away Just as spring arrives to stay Offering to play. Water slides downstream Over rocks and reeds to play Natures holiday.
Sharp white peaks thrust against an opaque blue Catching light to brush with intense hue Jagged crevasses and valleys below Blanketed with glist’ning snow. Awesome, austere, deceptive, and cold
Winter Frost Rain, wind Sleety cold, Winter melancholy Wraps Thinly laid rays of light In shades of gray on gray. Pigeons hunch Huddled, round Against a rooftop slate While saplings bend Before the wind Thin legs barely Keeping pace. (Marie Hunter Atwood –1999)