“Frigid”
Whispers of cold air
seeping through tiny fissures,
stealing warmth away.
Steve D
Whispers of cold air
seeping through tiny fissures,
stealing warmth away.
Steve D
Fingers grasp through gloves,
little boots march, find purchase,
enjoying the climb.
Steve D
Refreshing, earthy,
like cold nights, a fire-warmed hearth
from one aroma.
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Tricksy winter sun
cannot convince me of spring’s
timid fits and starts.
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Blustery breezes
carry flakes like tufts of thread,
and yet spring is here.
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Cheeks and nose redden
as freezing wind rushes by,
spraying snow and ice.
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Bare branches splay out
Grasping for her warm breath, like
Skeleton fingers.
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Icy blades sweep through,
Deflected by heavy shields,
Warding their chill touch.
Steve D
Upon Glimpsing the Allegory of Humility in the Sculpture Gallery
From a distance I label her the personification of humility Hands wrapped about herself, like the Virgin Mary, Her bronze shawl draped about her head, neck, breasts To shield her beauty and keep her modesty, even under glass.Winter’s Dawn
Stand outside on a dark winter’s dawn,
When the sun begins to rise and the snow begins to thaw;
When it’s so frigid the tears that fall,
Feel as though they freeze the path they tumble upon. Continue reading “Winter – Rock Song – JG”