Winter's Breath

Winter has a strong grip

Snow cloaked gravel lays moist in the morning gray

pines bow under the weight of white

icicles cling, droplets dangle

frosted, distant peaks penetrate the sky



Branches shiver in winter's breath

orphaned leaves whip around

crisp air whistles, cracking bark

snow dances like a nectar, laced bee



Gray sky fades, black twinkles in the hill

stars gaze downward

the moon glow kisses icicles

night shines like a city landscape



Snow falls ever lightly

hiding stale snow

trees bend arthritically

scratching fresh laid white