Winter, I greet thee;
Voice of the North carried
in howling winds.
The crackle of ice
freezes white bones, and lays
my eyes down to darkest black.
Winter, I greet thee;
Air thin as rainbow glass,
light glinting as water trapped in snow so fine.
Spirit of the North travels
in the rip of branches,
piercing my lungs, as all
lay down to sleep.
Winter, I greet thee;
As death mists over glittering fields.
Soul of the North lies silent in darkest night
as feather, fur and skin await,
breathing ice into the blue.
The last leaf falls, gently
and we strain to hear its landing.
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I can’t stand winter!! But your poem is lovely, Sal. Thank you.
Thank you Terri! Usually I’m not a winter fan, either. But this one if different somehow
That is really beautiful! Thank you for the lovely words.
Thank you Gerlinde 🙂
Beautiful words…… really makes me think differently about winter (as I look out the window to a snowy Holme Moss).
Thank you Ruth! Not too far from me, am enjoying the snow today 🙂 sal