Why do we wish for snow
when it’s hot outside?
And when it’s cold and stormy,
we dream about the sun?
So, when you’re sitting on the beach
with the hot sun in your face,
don’t be surprised if you begin to crave snow.
WISHING FOR SNOW?
Tag Archives: winter
DEAFENING SILENCE
Desolate.
Alone.
Stark.
Cold.
Empty.
Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.
Alone.
Stark.
Cold.
Empty.
Sitting on a hill.
No houses nearby.
Only the comfort
of a bare tree.
The wind rattles
through my open beams.
Snow drifts in from my roof.
No peace.
Only cold.
And deafening silence.
Will it always be so?
Will the sun shine ever again?
Will horses return to my stables?
I could only wait and hope.
YOUR LAST BOW
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Collapsing Giants. Greenland. [1080×108] Photo by Daniel Kordan
The mighty now fall,
Who had been so tall.
Melting to the sea,
Where no one can see
The majesty of your height
Or the last breath of your fight.
Please don’t leave us now.
Don’t take your last bow.
The earth will be a sadder place
Without your bright and shiny face.
COLD
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The snow melts,
leaving trails to the lake.
A cold wind brushes by,
leaving me goosebumps.
Ice hangs from the trees,
leaving clear spider webs.
Snow covers the grass,
leaving footsteps behind.
I depart this cold scene,
leaving my own behind.
GOODBYE
Winters Warmth by ALAN KINGWELL
Winter is leaving.
Snow is melting.
Filling the rivers.
The lakes.
The seas.
Go away.
Far away.
FORGOTTEN
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Lost and forgotten.
Dripping in snow.
Frozen with ice.
Wheels shivering.
Handlebars sagging.
Until the spring.
Flowers blooming.
Roads clearing.
Water dripping off.
Wheels turning.
Its seat taken.
Out for a ride.
WINTER SUN
sundxwn: Gullfoss in Winter Sun by Peter Negatsch
The winter sun is rising.
Releasing its stored energy.
Cracking the frozen ground wide open.
Creating a dark hole.
A hole reaching down
into emptiness.
No lights.
No sounds.
Only nothingness.
The sun feels good
on my face.
The snow feels less cold
and forbidding.
The light is calling me
away from the darkness.
I will listen to it.
I will go toward it.
Away from the gaping hole
and empty dreams.
To the light of a new day.
Good morning world.
WHITE
Clean me.
Rain on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
I welcome thee
to my heart and soul.
WINTER FROST
Ice fills my heavy heart.
Closing in on all sides.
Soon it will be frozen.
Entombed in winter frost.
Trees droop heavy with snow.
Branches hang low with icicles.
My heart sinks heavy with ice.
Frozen until spring melts the frost.
WINTER COLD
I feel so cold.
Ice is forming on my arms.
What is happening to me?
Why are my leaves drying up?
Ouch.
A cold wind just hit me in the face.
I wish I could hide.
But I’m stuck in place.
Waiting.
And waiting.
I think I fell asleep.
For the sun is out.
My ice is melting.
The breeze is now warmer.
It’s brushing the snow
off my cold arms.
My arms feel less heavy.
Soon it will be spring.
Time for celebration.
I can’t wait to see my
green leaves again.
Birds will return to
sit on my arms.
They will build their nests.
Life will be good again.
Only a few short months left.
I will take another snooze.
See you in the spring.
