WINTER POEMS

(Some winter poems to add to the Christmas ones, as the days turn colder and shorter)

FROSTY MORNING

Print cuts on the

white frosted lawn

and the trees bent over

heavy with wonder.

White sun, blurred edges

glows through a mist

where rooftops

reflect diamond beams

and sparkling light

and the air is a puff

of passing breath

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FROZEN

Fog and ice

Not very nice.

We’re all freezing,

Someone’s sneezing.

Tap won’t flow,

Here comes snow!

Brr, brr,

Shiver, shiver,

                My

           nose

         drip is

       a frozen

      r

        i

      v

        e

       r

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WINTER SYMPHONY

I went for a walk on a winter’s day

And this is the music I heard it play:

The wind was the rhythm of violin strings.

The sky a tempo of crows.

A rhapsody fell on the woodland leaves,

The soft cadenza of snow.

Then the wind rose to a crescendo,

A drumroll as loud as thunder.

I ran back home through a blizzard

Of winter’s orchestral wonder.

And there a staccato of crackling logs

Drew me to sit by the fire,

Warming up to the symphony

And sound of winter’s choir.

(first published in The Dirigible Balloon)

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