Snow
One
brief sunrise hidden
behind
a thick veil of cold, gliding
slivers of silver ice gradually
silencing the earth.
Milky moon, gray blue reflection
asleep and alone close to the inglenook.
Barren blanket of white
caves in the birds and huddles in the mouse.
Branches are the air’s tendrils of the sea,
water’s growing crystals, blanco fingered coral,
tez pale morning birthing frozen tears.
TJK
i like the hush of snow....
ReplyDeletei like the thought of fingered coral...particularly for the piles scraped by the road....we might get freezing rain tonight they say....brrr...i am ready to warm up a bit....
Adore the last three lines...especially the branches as tendrils. Definitely our winter this year. Thank you for visiting me.
ReplyDeleteyou capture the hush
ReplyDeletethe beauty, here
You make me want summer, especially in the barren blanket of white.... makes me want flying birds and scampering mice. Beautiful poem Tracy.
ReplyDeleteI feel the winter in your words... beautiful
ReplyDeletegorgeous! you paint the beauty so well.
ReplyDeleteI love this, beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI remember this snow... it brought peace to me in a very dark place, very dark time... there was hope and I was too afraid to trust
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