Winter Ode

Title says it all

Crisp…Crisp the night!
‘Pon cheeks as white as snow
Crazy quilt of rimed patterns
Limned upon the window

Soft…soft the lacy flakes!
Each one unique and new
Blanket o’er land and lakes
Winter’s take on dew

Games…games of Fox and Hound!
Pristine drifts of frosting
Turned into frigid battlegrounds with
Brief truces for time defrosting

Steam…cottony steam!
Wool mittens too near the flame
Cold stiff fingers, white as cream
Toes frozen from the game

Quiet…Winter quiet! (shhhh!)
Sounds muffled by the fluff
Of snow so deep not e’en a peep
Can struggle up through the stuff

Smoke…writhing smoke!
Reaching for the sky
Chimneys breathing, tendrils weaving
Rising with a sigh

Winter…cold, cold hard winter!
Makes Summer wishes come to light
Til icicles fall, shatter and splinter
…Tis crisp…crisp the night!!!…

Author's Note

This might leave you cold

Reviews

[Marie]

But it's an exilerating cold. You make it sound fun. My own winter poems are scarce, because I don't know that much about it.