Winds blowing from the north and northeast; marching across the prairie sea.
Icicles stretching beneath the cold sunlight to touch the frozen white landscape.
New fallen snow filters the blustery air and blankets the vast land;
Trees stripped bare of their colorful garments of leaves
Ever bravely face now the onslaught of the cutting, frigid breeze.
Reminiscent of seasons past but with hope I remember these
blustery and bone-chilling days will not last.
At first, the sun ascended the winter sky.
the day then declared, banishing the dark;
the deep hours of persistent night.
At first, the new snow fallen sparkled
under the light of the shining sun
as if brilliant diamonds were
dispersed in the white frozen surface.
And soon a solitary hare and a squirrel
jumped and ran about on a
creation of ways that interweave
across the ice-crusted pale ground.
At first the oaks, the elm trees,
and the trees of maple,
removed bare of their clothes,
their perfumed autumn garments of resin,
stood resolute to guard this silent scene
where, in the end, there remains
a soft calmness across the ghostly drifts
of twinkled whiteness.
At first a search in the quiet mind:
the trip begins of the thoughtful one
where the heart leads the soul to a
place of relaxing peace.
Arctic blast of frigid air
Blustery winds; days no longer warm and fair.
Carpet of white blankets the ground;
Descending showers of flakes cascading down.
Elegant snow-laced branches sprout from the bare trees;
Forest now stripped of its lavish autumnal canopy
Grass once green as an emerald jewel
Hidden and withered by winter’s abrupt arrival.
Icicles droop, lengthen and stretch
Jutting downward from the roof’s shingled ledge.
Kelly green leaves no longer seen; absent also
Lemon-tinted foliage with hues of maroon, and burnt amber gold.
Moon, bright and full, keeps watch over the barren land;
Night time sky filled with glistening stars vibrant and grand.
Overlooking the strangely quiet cluster of leafless trees,
Pines tower proudly upward, resolute as ever.
Quiver, they may in the wintry wind’s brutal wake
Resisting the icy claws of the lashing breeze;
Still yet clinging to their needles of jaded green.
Tinted vaulting canvas of heavenly blue basks
Underneath the cold sunlight’s downward view.
Virgin, untouched snowdrifts like perfectly shaped sculptures;
White-capped fields covered with unblemished designs in nature.
Exhilaration and delight capture the
Young at heart and old alike with
Zeal and wonder of winter’s pristine presence
amidst the frigid arctic season.
There was a southern gentle breeze
That softly whispered and flowed
Sifting the twigs and branches of leafless trees
In the forest and across the meadow.
Patches of wilted brown grass
Appeared here and there
As snow and ice, like broken glass,
Cracked, melted, and disappeared.
Singing birds tweeted and serenaded;
Their chirping tunes filling the tingly warm air.
While a shimmering sun displayed
More land; though still empty and bare.
Then did I not see a few blades of green?
Oh yes, I did! Thank you, Lord for the
Sweet appearance of Spring.
Last night I had a dream
Of a quiet wintry scene.
The vision lasted only seconds
And, at first, I didn’t comprehend
As the place looked unfamiliar to me.
But soon more details I could clearly see;
A small shed near the towering old barn
And banks of snow piled up in the yard.
A pristine white drive leading to the road
And to the old mailbox upon a metal pole.
The sky glistened a brilliant blue
Beneath the sun’s glowing hue
As understanding dawned and I did know;
I was standing in the place of my old childhood home
Where my siblings and I spent many wintry days
Sledding down the gently sloping driveway.
The scene too quickly faded and yet remains in me;
A yearning glimpse of a distant memory.
The style is layered
Clothes when dressing to walk in
The cold and fresh snow.
I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “style” and “fresh”. I am enjoying the challenge of trying to use such seemingly different and even opposite words in such a short poem. If you like poetry challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept his latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
(Tune: Deck the Halls):
January is too cold fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
And I can tell I’m getting old fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Oh this weather and the temperatures, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
I cannot so easily endeavor, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tis the season to hibernate, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Stay inside until Spring’s first day, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Oh but then I might miss some fun, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
And not see the bright rainbow sun, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Also no sledding or skiing, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Nor walking beneath snow glistened trees, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Nor making angels in the snow, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
All because outside I won’t go, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
So, I guess I’ll venture outside, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Now that the bright sun did arise, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
And continue on life’s journey, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
And try to see this new day’s blessings, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
It is still the time to be thankful, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Knowing that God is faithful, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
He has promised to never leave me, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
And lovingly he’s always providing, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
So now as I step into the cold, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Following a snow swept road, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
I will remember that Jesus is with me, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Sheltering me in his love and peace, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Wintery Shape in the Snowscape
OH NO
THE SNOW!
YOU KNOW IT’S
COLD WHEN
YOU LOOK OUTSIDE
AND SEE THE SNOW. AS SNOW
FLURRIES FLUTTER AROUND AND
DRIFT ON DOWN ALL TOO SOON COVER
THE GROUND. SNOW, SNOW, AND
MORE SNOW! STARTING IN NO
VEMBER OR DECEMBER,
THAT IS THE WAY THE WEATHER
WILL GO; SNOW, SNOW, AND MORE
SNOW. AND THAT SCENE OF EVER WHITE
SNOWFALL IS SIMPLY NOT ALL; FOR ALONG
WITH THAT SNOW WILL COME WINTER STORMS
AND BITTER, FRIGID COLD. THOSE DAYS, WEEKS,
AND MONTHS OF SNOW AND WINTRY COLD
CAN SEEM TO GO ON AND ON. EVEN SO,
ON CLEAR DAYS WHEN UPWARD
YOU GAZE YOU MAY SEE THE
SKY IS A BRILLIANT HUE
OF VIVID BLUE BENEATH THE GLOWING EYE OF THE SUN.BUT THEN STILL ALL THAT PURE WHITE SNOW AND MORE SNOW UNTIL WHITE IS THE ONLY COLOR YOU KNOW. EVEN STILL WINTER DOES HAVE ITS’ THRILLS WITH SNOWSHOEING, SKIING, AND SLEDDING DOWN HILL.AND ON A BLUSTERY COLD AND SNOWY DAY YOU JUST MAY CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY ALONG THE WAY WHEN YOU SPY IN THE SKY AN UNUSUAL VIEW OF AN ARCHING SUNDOG OF A VIBRANT ORANGE HUE. IT IS A WINTER RAINBOW; A SIGN OF HOPE JUST FOR YOU.THEN BACK TO THE SNOW, SNOW, AND MORE SNOW! OH THAT SNOW NEVER SEEMS TO QUITE END UNTIL FINALLY COMES WELCOMED SIGNS OF SPRING.
I awoke to find a streaming sunlit sky
While shaking off the remnants of a dream.
The sun was already climbing way up high
In the atmosphere as blue as a shimmering sea.
After yet another storm and some pelting rain,
The grass was turning a deeper shade of green.
Such a wonder this summer has been
As often by now it is slowly browning.
But that just goes to illustrate that I really don’t know
Or understand changing patterns of the weather;
I might perceive seasons of rain and of snow
But cannot foretell the days of this summer.
But all I can do is be content and gladly pray,
“Thank you God, for yet another beautiful day.”
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Writing - Loving What I Do and Doing What I Love!
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
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I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Writing - Loving What I Do and Doing What I Love!
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
Join Us for #TankaTuesday 短歌 火曜日
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
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