Of Simpler Signs
If the oak its bounty spreads,and ‘cross the ground its acorns sheds,then Winter bears a snowy shawlof eiderdown, to blanket all. If Autumn enters, warm and nice,then Winter’s bringing snow and ice. If cold August…
Category: Original Poetry
My Lady of Green and Growing Things
My Lady of Green and Growing Thingsyour time has come to slumber.Retreat back down – beneath the ground;next year’s growth to nurture. The hooves of the Hunt drum as they pass, and the Lord of…
Remembering Blessings
One ChristmasI rememberlooking out the windowin the ivory snowon a brown, barren tree branchsat a beautiful cardinal,and he didn't seem to mind the cold ashe sat out in the windy snow strewnsong of winter;he simply…
A Winter Soul
Winter fills my soul with joy,as the leaves fall and the temperature drops.The brisk mornings and frost laced windows,lasting longer each day, before they fade.Puddles turn to ice with a mirror shine,tempting to be broken…
The First Winter Snows
The rich scent of woodsmokelies thick in the air.The leaves have all fallenand the branches are bare. Warm sunlight – a memorylike the scent of a rose.A new scent has replaced itof the first winter…
Winter Wind
Alone in the forestComplete solitude.Away from the noise.Brief interlude. Cold bite of winter.Snow on the ground.No living creature.Just nature’s sound. Through leafless trees.I then hear the wind.A feeling of calm.Peace deep within. The sound is…
Cold Winter’s Day
The snowfellwithout mercy,but so much gracethat I could not help but stareout my window;the sun shone deceptively brightas the cold seared through myboneswhen I got my mail—I wondered what it was like for theforest animals;were…
But the Magi Did Arrive
We can’t be sure when the Magi arrivedOr where But if they hadn’t arrived at allThey still would have arrived because they beganEven if their bones in the desert disappeared We can’t be sure of…