Arctic Season'd Disguise

 

 

 

 

Arctic Season’d Disguise

 

 

 

Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street

divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes

now forced into shoulder’d amnesty

 

Street lights shiver in snow capped bonnets

while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes

The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing

 

Rooftops, plump and soft, show off their frosted padding

as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches

in chilled teasings and frozen dustings

 

Footprints once there are gone, covered and recovered again

all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies

and faint outlines of distant thoughts

 

White on black stripes drape in glacial wanderings

spanning the slush of asphalt weavings

in straight line piercings across the wintry landscape

 

February reigns brutal, sub zero ponderings swirl

from high above the icebox wasteland, once brimming with color

now opaque in its arctic season’d disguise…  

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Your sweet poetry almost makes the winter sound blissful Jack, but expecting more of that stuff shortly. Still there is a story in every one of your poems, and this one was so different, took me on a pleasant journey albeit I needed snowpants! Love sepia, it always does it for me, such a warm hue. ;-)

[Jack...]

Any day one of my poems brings you warmth dear friend is a good day for me. It won't be long though and we'll be writing about flip flops and suntan lotion. Thank so very much Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Amen to that....

[Lyn Anderson]

Sounds so lovely, except we are living it, and it sucks. :) Great imagery, beautiful wording and lovely tone and rhythm

[Jack...]

Thanks so much KL...it's easy for me, no snow here. A very good friend sent me the photo so I decided to write something to it. Happy you enjoyed this.

[Shaquana Adams]

Footprints once there are gone, covered and recovered again
all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies
and faint outlines of distant thoughts

This is my favorite stanza. I never thought of it like that, but our existence really is covered this time of year, either by footprints or people just staying inside. Nicely penned :)

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Shaquana