You can smell it in the air
coming closer. But if you look
its not yet here.
The feeling arrives in a slow stupor.
It freezes the air and melts the heart
into realizing winter's first delight.
Knees pain, of wounds past
like a weather vain
but all is still besides.
And then, with a blink of eyes
it begins.
Clouds unveil their load to smiling tongues
waiting to receive the prize
of winter
finally come.
Poem 35: Blanket
ReplyDeleteThe snow season has come
Delight of many dehorror of more
Gallivanting innocent a blanket of white
The great leveler, the great cold, the frozen expanse
Snow is an instrument of weather
It plays many tunes from pain to pleasure
Light and airy, accumulated quite scary!
Stacks up squarely to the tune of “quite barely”
--------Because as it melts it ebbs and flows
Ebby dog nose, the smell of spring rose.