Winter – Page 2

February 8, 2017September 2, 2017

Visages of Winter*

The visages of winter are still
creeping tenaciously
rising and raging
from wherever the cold
chills us to the bone

promises of warmer weather
tried to intercede
as the heather blooms
showing lavender color

but perhaps with hasty budding
the trees quietly trespassed
longing for leafy foliage
for warmth of boughs

for overnight in the darkness
the snow began falling
blanketing in white a
glistening panorama

winter refusing to leave softly
even in the softness of white
seemed to be shouting loudly
i won’t leave without
a fight

Photo Taken by my daughter in Puyallup, Washingon and digitized by myself. This was one of the harder hit during this late Winter storm.

snow-late

October 27, 2016September 2, 2017

Another Lifetime

it is winter now and raining
as it rarely did then
another lifetime…do you recall

a warm glow to your skin
as you stood amidst glittering sand
receiving the ocean’s salty mist
a warm wind carving waves

the rain reminds me as a child when
swimming past rolling waves
to a calm ocean to hold my raft
and even the depth beneath me
held no fear

i seemed to drift as it were
past people i did not know as
playing amongst the salty brine
they seemed to fade away
and i remained

it is winter now and raining
as it rarely did then
another lifetime…do you recall

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

another-life

March 29, 2014

The Touch of Laughter

tumultuous came the winter
undecided it made its’ retreat
the sun hidden in grey dark corners
such as the time you left me

you tried to return to my side
sitting within breath so shallow
your warmth cooled as by glacier snow
solidity of form now but shadow

my ear touched upon your laughter
a cool breeze then touched my skin
you would be with me as always
to hold as part of my heart within

Image Taken From Morgue File

My brother died many years ago now but the one thing that has never left me is the sound of his laughter. I cannot say how but I remember the sound of it as though it were yesterday and he is sharing that part of himself with me.

January 25, 2014January 25, 2014

The Winter Night Sky

the stars in the winter night sky
cast shadows
across the rose garden
trembling unseen
beneath their thorny stems
waiting for the warmth of sun
to bring forth budding faces
reminding me of you

Image Taken From The Morgue File
by Karpati Gabor

My mom went now, six years ago on January the 17th, to be with all those she loved and who went before. I certainly believe she is one of the angels now and watches over all who remain. I will never forget you mom. The red rose was her favorite.

July 31, 2013July 31, 2013

Words of Magic

Google Image

reading books is like seeing
endless stories weaving
words of magic
like light filtered
through glass prisms

creating soft rainbows
on the squares of
maple floor that lie
beneath her bare feet

like shifting paradigms
settling adrift as a
snowy blanket of seeds
from cottonwood trees
in Spring

when the rivers run
swift and high
filled with the melting
of snow from Winter

so it is with mixed feelings
that a story ends
as when leaves die and
drift to the ground
in Autumn

she awaits with anticipation
the beginning
of another story
that will weave
words of magic
again

http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/

March 24, 2013

Ransomed Time

Altered Google Image

seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia toned images playing rewind

a summer day on a sunlit beach
walking to the water’s edge
just out of reach
casting long shadows
in our stride
digging for treasures
in the ocean tide

a vacation spent camping
at yosemite park
no pine needles allowed
in the canvas green tent
a diaper laundry line hung
between pine trees
the Coleman stove, the lantern
the sky a starlit sea

winter skies warmed by
the california sun
a metal christmas tree colored
as the color wheel turned
a little girl gazing
waiting anxiously for
christmas ‘morn to come

a spring day showing off
our Sunday best
the elm tree, the ’52 Ford
and all the rest
the smell of vinegar
the strongest kind
hunting easter eggs
our want to find

seasonal changes of ransomed time
coming ’round again in your eyes
when scenes play out in your mind
sepia tone images playing rewind

January 22, 2013

Sedums Bright

Google Image

planter bowl full of
sedums bright colored
yellow green except
for lack of blooms
and chilling weather
you might forget it
is still winter