My feet crunch over the white icy grass
Jack Frost nips at my heels
The lake so still, its reflection like glass
So cold the fishermen abandon their reels.
A thick fog blankets the lake
The final leaves gracefully fall
A carpet of amber and gold begs for the rake
Naked limbs stand proud and tall.
Nature celebrates the season
In hues of silver, amber, and gold
My friends are excited for good reason
... snow season, so I'm told.
The sun sets slowly behind a hill
Shades of pink, blue and silver streak the sky
The haunting call of the water fowl shrill
The hues of Winter passing by.
4 comments:
so incredibly beautiful ... i have re-read three times now and the words flow as dripping ice dancing off the sunlight ... wonderful!
Thank you! I don't write poetry often ... but was moved to yesterday. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Lots of beauty and truth in this (chilly!) poem - you can tell you're a Southern Aussie! Great effort, maybe you should consider writing more poetry?
Thanks so much Patti! Maybe I will write some more ... thank you.
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