Winter’s Change

Crystalline charms sway,
suspended by delicate
strands of iciness,
dotting the trees with an
enchanted dusting of
winter’s enveloping purity.

The earth lies frozen, dormant and at rest.
Peacefully it has eased to a slow, even
breath as it embarks on its hibernation,
beginning its much-needed sabbatical
beneath its still, flurry-laden blanket.

The lower light of the days of solstice
catch the glinting snow and the crystal
amulets lain within the tree’s branches,
and multi-colored prisms flicker and flash,
the sun creating sparkling jewels.

All is felt by the wind, gently now
at morning’s first glow.  Its soft brush
moves the tree’s branches disturbing
the fragile creations–some fracture and
fall upon the earth’s mantle that in
this moment begins to melt.

My entry for dVerse Poetics:  Changes http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/19/poetics-changes/

The Poetry Pantry at Poets United:  http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/

Winter Retreat

Winter months find the

beach house deserted.

No sandy trails lead in and out.

No half-filled pails, shovels,

sand-covered flip-flops,

half-dried towels or discarded bathing suits

lay in a hodge-podge pile on

the white-railed wooden porch.

The shutters are pulled tight against

ragged winds and spitting tides.

The laughter of summer’s play

has subsided into the short,

dreary days of winter’s respite.

No longer inviting–it sits in silence.

Winter now enjoys the

vacant beaches, its winds

blow unhindered across the frothing tides,

in and out to sea.

Shells, sea glass and drift wood

rest upon the shore untouched,

sand layered over them,

perchance to be discovered

by deliberate search.

Chilly days grow icy

and bitter, offshore gusts

bluster ashore, collapsing waves

upon the gray, empty beach.

The house and shore celebrate

this time alone, savoring

the quiet time for reflection

and rejuvenation–their winter

solstice spiritual retreat.

My entry for Thursday’s Poet’s Rally:   http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/09/agreement-for-thursday-poets-rally-week_21.html

It’s Still Winter

A baby wearing many items of winter clothing: ...

Image via Wikipedia

Layer on the sweaters,

button up the coat

pull on the boots,

and neck-tie the scarf.

Find a hat to match it all–

it’s still winter outside

let’s go play in the snow!

Sunday’s 160

Hot Cup of Cocoa

Cocoa w/ Marshmallow

Image by 427 via Flickr

The wind is blowing briskly and

the temperature is plummeting.

My nose is a bright, red cherry

and my hands are feeling chilly.

A hot cup of cocoa is vastly needed.

My Sunday 160.

Daffodil and Rose

The harsh, chilling freeze

Slowly warms into the spring’s

First hint of dewdrops

Left unfrozen upon the

Daffodil and rose.

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