Frozen in her icy grasp
a presence, a knowing
captured in the frigid
stillness
the quietude, the hush
coated by layer on layer
a blanket of white, of muted
grey
A world in cocoon, caught in
squall, in flurry
hopefully not a blizzard
in the cold, soundless
murmur
the hidden ripeness in
slumber
Held in abeyance, ready to
burst forth
in thaw and rebirth, long
before summer
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
the hope in the lengthening
days
the smell of wood fire, the
dance of its flames
Still in January the crunch
of boots,
squeal of bitter cold snow
an artic moment fixed in the
wintry chill
lost in the brisk clear air
everywhere her grip holds
sway
Waiting impatiently for the
blooming
of the new season,
encased in the frosty
ripeness of winter.
Edited April 24, 2013
“A Ripeness of Winter – v3
(from original)
Edited August 9, 2012
“A Ripeness of Winter – v2”
1/16/06 22:50
“A Ripeness of Winter”
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