COLD HEART

Ice fills my cold heart,

Closing in on all sides.

Soon it will be frozen,

Entombed in winter frost.

Trees droop heavy with snow,

Branches hanging low with icicles.

My heart sinks heavy with ice,

Frozen until spring melts the frost.

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.

A SNOWY DAY

Paradise is within our grasp.

Within our environment.

Within our homes.

We have to stop and listen.

It could be as simple

as a snowy day.

Or as complex as

a large family.

Enjoy the happy season.

Have fun in the snow.

Appreciate your family.

Paradise is within our grasp.

WINTER FROST

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.

SOME COLD CHEER

I’m dreaming of snow.

Wrapped up in a bow.

Some cold cheer

Is needed here.

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THE MOON

Night is settling in.

Shadows cover the small town.

A town preparing for the evening.

The sun hides its face.

The moon turns in glee.

Time for it to shine.

Time for it to be king.

Time for the stars to twinkle.

For the stars to serve him.

The town turns darker.

The winds turn colder.

The soft snow begins to freeze.

Ice hangs from the trees.

Frost covers the windows.

All are inside.

All are safe and warm.

From the moon’s games.

Or so they think.

Who will be at its mercy?

Who will be left out in the cold?

Don’t let it be you.

GOODBYE WINTER

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Winters Warmth by  ALAN KINGWELL

Winter is leaving.

Snow is melting.

Flowing into the rivers.

The lakes.

The seas.

Go away.

Far away.

WAITS IN THE COLD

 areyou-stillawake

The castle waits in the cold.

In the deepening snow.

Brutal winds charge against it.

Icicles hang from it.

It holds strong and steady.

It waits for us.

To give us shelter in the storm.

WOLF

Howl at the moon.

The coming of the night.

The coming of winter.

AUTUMN LEAVES

AUTUMN LEAVES


Autumn leaves cover the ground.

In colors of orange and red.

They crunch under our feet.

Crinkle to all they meet.

Snow will soon blanket them.

Soothe them with frosty kisses.

Remnants of summer gone by.

Beacons for Old Man Winter.