This Winter's Day

An icy wind blows

willful in purpose

from west over the horizon

howling over the hills

over housetops and trees

the ghostly wails of gloom

Grey clouds banish the sun

out of the bleakness the snow descends

falling softly from the sky

faintly resting on earth and tree

behold in reverence

the vast monocolored elegance

a veil of white, vanquishing color

For hours I watch

till early dusk

the delicate awe of nature

with drowsy eyes

I drift into dreams

On this winter’s day

Reviews

[Phillip Francis]

Great work, thank you for sharing.