Winter’s Last Days
There is a beauty in the dreariness,
Shadows walk on water, still as night.
Watery trees rise up from the black eeriness.
A calmness settles in the bones, despite
The cold of Winter’s last days.
A lone seagull breaks the mirrored facade
And for a moment there are ripples in time,
But only a moment, as if an act of God
Could ever keep the bell’s chime.
Soon ends Winter’s malaise.
A splash of green here and there
Breaks free of the blurry reflection.
A stark contrast, cold wintry dare.
Spring’s challenge, a bold injection,
Upsetting Winter’s last phase.
Filed under: Hodgepodge of Poetry Tagged: cold, Jennifer Adams Teasley, nature, poetry, Rhyme, Spring, water, Winter
