Showing posts with label mild spell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mild spell. Show all posts

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Hints

It tunes the timbre of the breeze
A lilting undertone
It taunts the jeweled arm of trees
And bulb of anemone
It warms the frozen ray of sun
And tickles dashing streams
It teases darkness from the dawn
And from despair, fresh dreams

It pleads within cold, willing gales
Softening with hope
The fury rushing over vales
In frigid calliope
And in the frozen atmosphere
An essence, though unseen
Cradles and fills the heart with cheer
And thoughts of budding green

It rustles in the underbrush
Across the stricken earth
It hints within the argent hush
A season of rebirth
What is this sense of grand renewal
Beyond us, hovering?
Why, it is winter’s finest jewel
Those first small hints of spring

© Janet Martin

Yes, it is there! I felt it while hanging out laundry this morning...



Friday, February 3, 2012

Winter Thaw

The Snowmen...a week later;(
No gold complexion
warms the kitchen table
Only gray
A nondescript pall
hovering morbidly
against the day
without soft wind-song
filtering
through winter's tree
but just a sodden
drip-drip-drip
as earth swallows a sea
of melted snowflakes
in its mouth
and gripping winds recoil
Who is this maiden
from the south
perplexing winter's toil?

Janet~