Winter

Written as the first snow arrives in the Alps.

A face flickers like a dead man watching television.

A fat layer of cream. Monochrome. Crystal.

Plates of black ice, grubby and gritty.

Gemütlichkeit ?

The sleet falls sideways.

The crows cluster with lazy malice in frozen ditches. 

 

Reviews

[ice]

I am enjoying your poetry, Leslie...I have read several poems, but this one stands out in my mind. It tells what winter is, and what it looks like in a most visible way.

"The crows cluster with lazy malice in frozen ditches."
I have seen that in reality.

excellent poetry

[Michael of Gilead]

thats an interesting imagry, and i see it clearly, well done.

Love the last line.

[stars are far]

this was so nice :)
GREAT piece :D