A Ripeness of Winter – v2

Frozen in her icy grip
captured in this frigid stillness
coated layer by layer
a blanket of white, of steel grey

a world in cocoon, caught in squall, in fury
in the cold, soundless murmur
a hidden ripeness in slumber
Held in abeyance, ready to burst forth
in thaw and rebirth

Look carefully, see the maple’s nascent sprig,
Poised for spring, for the smell of its flowering
Feel the warming of the sun after the solstice
hope in the lengthening days

The smell of wood fire, the dance of its flames
Still in January the crunch of boots,
a squeal of bitter cold snow
an artic moment fixed in this wintry chill

Lost in the brisk clear air, trapped,
everywhere her grip holds sway
Waiting impatiently for the blooming
of the new season, foreshadowed, yet
encased in the frosty ripeness of winter.


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Edited August 9, 2012
“A Ripeness of Winter – v2”
1/16/06 22:50
“A Ripeness of Winter”
http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2006/01/ripeness-of-winter.html


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