First Glaze

 

 

Frigid December spirits prance

an ice dance over lakes.

Deep freezer chills lock down deaths’ grip

in sterile white starlight.

 

Blotches of pale cream sky reflect

winter morn as day breaks.

Smoke grey clouds mirror muted dawn

on waters froze at night.

 

Stopped cold were wave or ripple,

quick as a last breath takes.

Silent stillness begs impression,

one way to self-insight.

 

 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Great description of winter I wish it flowed with rhythm like life

[cest la vie]

Beautiful description of the wonderful elements of winter..
For somone who lives in the land of sun & palm trees, this has allowed me into the "real" winter world.
A nicely penned poem my friend!!