SEASONS



FIRST SNOWFALL

The first snowfall
of the season
is not on a rampage
like last year
but a snow white
baby
announcing its birth.


A COLLECTION OF RIBBONS

Christmas illusions
linger
long after gifts lay exposed
beneath a glittering pine.
Ribbons
are collected
in a gold and silver box,
shimmery satin remnants
of a Merry Christmas holiday.


ICICLES

in amber coach light
glistening snow drifts
Icicles
breaking
footprints lead to mailbox
and back
Icicles
burning cold
to touch
Icicles
melting
pock marks in snow
Wind
blows through icicles
humming
Icicles
shine
in pale full moon



I AM ‘SNOW’ HAPPY!

Skiing
in snow;
creating angel wings
in snow;
sleigh riding
in snow.
I am ‘snow’ happy
it is winter!


WINTRY TRACES

Waves of moonlight
on ice
mold silvery impressions
in a wintry haven.
Mushrooms
adhere to tree carcasses
fluting
in powder snow.
A mountain owl
hoots melancholy
in a pale woodland.




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Patricia Crandall
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THE BRIGHT RED BIRD

The bright red bird
sits upon the swaying branch of a tree.
Tree limb upon limb upon limb
sways with gentle wind.
Pure white snow surrounds the acreage.
The bright red bird
sitting silent, composed
a vivid pleasure to my eye.
His mate
has left his presence
while I admire him.
The bright red bird.
I shall not harm him,
The sun shines fleetly
on snow and the red bird.
He flies away.
In the distance
buff-colored mate
flies with him.


VIEW FROM A BASE LODGE

Steep trails
carved into the mountainside
blanketed by a fresh falling snow.
Boards whiz downhill,
drawing parallel lines
off the rise of the mountain.
On the south slope,
a row of chairs
slung from an overhead cable
travel skyward
upending skiers
who scatter color
in all directions.


CONTEMPLATION ON THIN ICE

Looking downwards,
my head is in the clouds.
If this illusion cracks...

WINTER SILENCE

A soft, gentle, powdery snow
slowly rises to the mid-calf
of my winter boots.
My steps lead me near
a tall, deciduous elm
where a rat-ta-tat
breaks the silence
and a woodpecker
fears my intrusion.


WINTER-SPRING

Winter
relinquishes
a diadem
to a more beauteous star.
Slowly,
ice melts into vapor
and sun undresses
the snowy ground.
Streams flow purely
down mountainsides.
A prismatic, golden energy
is instilled into every being.