Winter Poem

No time. The winter has come and taken all

the golden strands of hair, and buried them

under an shawl of snow. How attractive

can the fields look when their faces are covered?

This is a summer plea. The sky glistens,

a mist of ice-- shattered rainbows, flashing crystal.

My regret breathes with me in

the heated tunnels and berths of houses--

Why then do I live here?

Two rabbits race across unmarked snow--

one white, one brown.

Author's Note

blarg - it's a poem about rabbits... RABBITS for crhise sake. Comments are welcome.

Reviews

[KT-B]

I enjoyed this poem, it made me mourn the loss of summer but also appreciate the beauty winter can bring too - well done