Song Of Winter

Songs not meant for the ears of Man

Bare branches clicking together
Winter snapping it’s fingers
To a song composed by Nature
Sung by winds garbed in
White robes of snow

Choral composition
Season of transition
Music swirls all about us
Yet…given not
To Man to know

A song unheard…
Except by Angels
To mere mortals
E’er unknown
Of Winter days that
in most marvelous ways
Make one want to
…write a poem…

Author's Note

It stumbles and staggers. (just like me)

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Marvelous We are so little in comparison with the forces that created us all

[Marie]

You're happier with winter than I am. It rarely makes me feel like writing a poem..notan optimistic one anyway.