Oh false friend!
Yesterday, blue skies smiling sweetly,
warm sun embraces,
led to
short sleeves and picnic tables.
Today, an inch of new snow tops the table
and sky is full of malice,
tiny shards of ice,
stabbing the heart of spring.
Winter wins another round.
If I refuse to wear my boots,
choose a light jacket instead of that coat,
keep my feet on gravel, ignore snow piles,
can I force winter to go?
Beguile spring with my wiles?
Trees are ghost outlines,
frost coated.
Far off, along the lake, the train
hoots a melancholy call.
My feet crunch on a path
that was soft yesterday.
I cannot see the sun,
but it is there.
Perhaps things will be brighter
tomorrow?
The lake is gone
The sky is gone
The ground is gone
The world has faded into monochrome
I weary of winter.
Silent winter night
Snow falling peacefully ’til
the plough comes scraping.
Snow flakes drift by,
washing the world white.
Cold drips down my neck,
scarf scratching,
steps slipping,
breath billows in small clouds,
miniature factories.
Trudge through the flakes
filling the sky,
painting a picture of
a world wiped clean.
Oh winter!
Release your tenacious grip!
Quit dripping this mix
of snow and rain,
that piles up in my yard.
It’s making me insane!
It’s April now, and white
should be from blossoms,
not snow falls; this isn’t right!
Oh, winter, we’re through with you here;
go visit the Southern hemisphere!
NaPoWriMo 2018 #1
Diva Winter grips
her sequined white cloak. Clinging,
while we wish for Spring.
Falling from the sky
in perfect crystals,
dusting trees, fields, and me
with peace of the season.
.
Falling through the screen,
pixilated dots
dusting poetry
with peace of the season.
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(Every year on Dec 1, it begins to snow on my blog. It makes me ridiculously happy every time! If you would like snow to fall in your blog, add it in your settings.)
That sunny day
beguiled.
Promises of warmth.
Such trust to place
in rays,
those sparkling
reflections on the snow.
Liars.
Every
one.
Shawn L. Bird 