Winter - Four Pictures

things that I see

A crow motionless in a field of snow ;

burnt paper in the wet morning ash.

The dead locked into the frozen earth ;

leaves blacken under a hidden moon.

The trees abstract with frost ;

weighed and bending with ice.

A sun weak and blinded from rain ;

glass under the hand of sleet.

Author's Note

Another poem that probably nobody will read, but I keep busy...

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I loved every frozen ounce of this! It humbles any lingering inability to appreciate the morose nature of winter, history and self-reflection, rendering the awareness incapable of looking away and going through the stages of catatonia and understanding, like being b***h slapped out of an insane frenzy you didn't realize you were even in. good times!

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the kind words, I like writing and sometimes manage to produce
poems that are ( I hope) not too bad.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I was impressed. I only review when I am. If it was crap I'd have been silent. Be good to yourself about your writing

[Claire Twinn]

I love your snapshot images here, random yet loosely connected. This has a very atmospheric feel.
Lots of people will love to read your fabulous poems, try sending us read requests and you might get more readers.

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the kind words, I don`t send requests in the hope that my poems
will be read because they are not too bad. But I answer all reviews and enjoy
doing that !