WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

The trees of the forest shiver and shake,

their long limbs trembling for the next quake.

Their bodies blaze a glaring white

with tears frozen from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white, 

the bright glare has blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown

as I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow,

but I must go where the wind might blow.

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THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

flowersgardenlove:

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.

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

flowersgardenlove:

The epic battle of the seasons.

Old Man Winter 

erase all signs of Fall.

He covers the ground 

with his icy cold snow.

But Fall holds her leaves close

to her body and her heart.

Some have fallen,

lone casualties of war.

The battle rages

on the ground,

in the air,

and on the water.

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.

Farewell.

We’ll see you soon.

THE FIRST SNOWSTORM

 

Snow covers the ground

with its white purity.

Everything is

whispered clean.

Sounds are muted.

Animals go into hiding.

A hush falls.

We’re able to take a deep breath,

step back,

and enjoy the beauty.

There’s no hurry.

Cars are buried.

Mass transit is shut down.

We have time for family

and snow ball fights.

Sleds sliding down

newly created hills.

Hot chocolate

in front of the fire.

Marshmallows roasting

on sticks.

I have my boots and gloves.

I’m ready!

STAND PINK

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In the bleak whiteness

I stand out.

In the freezing landscape

I burn hot.

In the colorless background

I am pink.

See me.

Touch me.

Love me.

AUTUMN IN THE AIR

tinyclicks

Howautumnal

Whipping through the air

In colors of orange and green.

Falling by your feet,

A playground for a child.

The child in you.

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

flowersgardenlove:


The epic battle of the seasons.
Old man winter tries to
erase all signs of Fall.
He covers the ground
with his icy cold snow.
But Fall holds her leaves close
to her body and her heart.
Some have fallen,
lone casualties of war.
The battle rages
on the ground,
in the air,
and in the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old man winter.
She has no choice.
But she puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
We’ll see you soon.

SHOULD I?

Should I?
Or shouldn’t I?
Too many decisions
for a bear.
The weather is turning colder.
Snow is beginning to fall.
Humans are retreating
to their warm homes.
I guess it’s time for me.
Goodbye world.
Goodbye snow.
Time for a long nap.
See you in the spring.

NATURE'S GIFT

The perfect gift of nature.
No two are alike.
They alight onto surfaces
with the ultimate grace and ease.
Soft as a kitten’s breath.
But with a brief existence.
Catch them while you can.

SPRING IS IN THE AIR

SPRING IS IN THE AIR

Let’s serve roses for dessert.
If we can’t have them in our gardens,
we might as well have them for dinner.
Here’s to spring fever!

end0skeletal:

I’m ready for spring.
I close my eyes and see
a field of purple tulips.
When I open them, I still see
snow on my grass.
I’ll just keep hoping and dreaming.
Eventually it will come true.