FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW

 

Lines of footsteps.

Where do they lead?

Where are the people going?

Are their lives happy?

Are they walking alone

or in groups?

What can you see in a footstep?

Follow a set and find out.

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IT’S THE SEASON

 

 

IT’S THE SEASON

The petals fall fast and furious.

The bare trees watch the fallen.

Limbs shivering in the coming cold.

Pink tears of surrender coat the ground.

As seasons come and go.

Yearning for their lost children.

They lift scraggly arms to the sky.

Prayers will soon be answered,

As seasons come and go.

Coats of white land on their branches.

Night falling all too soon.

Shivers dislodge the packed ice.

Leaving them bare once again.

They lift weary eyes to the sky.

As seasons come and go.

A warm wind caresses their arms.

Eyes open to sprouting buds.

Green and pink sweaters for spring.

Their children have returned.

As seasons come and go.

 

MURDERS AND LOVERS

 

 

Read a book by the warm fire.

Moments can’t get any brighter.

Let the snow fall outside.

I will keep warm inside.

No need to fight the drifts.

I’ll stay with the misfits.

The ones who prefer books

that grab you with their hooks.

The fire is getting low.

The winds are about to blow.

I snuggled further beneath the covers

as I read about murders and lovers.

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

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The epic battle of the seasons.

Old Man Winter 

erase all signs of Fall.

Snow covers the ground.

Tree limbs hang low dripping white.

Fall holds her branches

close to her body.

Some have already fallen.

The lone casualties of war.

The battle rages on.

Fall will have to succumb

to the dictates of Old Man Winter.

She has no choice.

She puts up a valiant battle.

She will be back after Summer

finishes heating the earth.

She bows her head.

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

White Blanket of Snow

WHITE BLANKET OF SNOW

The snow is falling.

Flakes float to the ground.

A hush falls across the city.

Few cars dare to brave the roads.

Too soon for building snowmen.

Footsteps have yet to marr

the white surface.

A white blanket.

Sparkling clean.

The city is refreshed.

Its sins covered.

A rebirth.