Winter observations
Winter,
winter,
winter,
is here.
Snow,
trickles from clouds
and touches,
tickles,
my face.
It’s white
a sight,
all white,
eyes dazed
from rays
on sunny days.
Winter is
boldly cold,
and
meekly insistent
on a bit of above zero
now and then.
picture from freedigitalphotos
Yellow Boots
I park walk
enjoying spring
mildness
as I pass by greys, browns, muddy greens.
As i eye the park
Yellow Boots comes into view
lighting the whole landscape up.
Her boots whispering spring is here,
yellow rudder made up of
daffodils and spring sun.
December 15th
On the 15th day of Christmas
I was still for a while;
like snow on a windless day,
like Shepherds watching their sheep,
like a father and mother watching their newborn baby.
December 10th
On the tenth day of Christmas
snow
and
snow,
ice,
white,
all is covered,
sparkling
fairy land.
Transforming
Montreal
from dull hues
to bright white.
Flakes in the trillions have flocked to Montreal upon hearing that winter had come to that great city. Said one flake-’it is just how i imagined it would be-cold and culturey.’
All the snow
is frustrating…to drive through,
beautiful…to look at;
loveliness
clothed in difficulties-
Christmas:
God,
clothed in flesh.
Everything needs clothing.
December 9th
On the ninth day of Christmas
snow is falling
coating Montreal
in cold flakes;
colouring all in sight, white,
and leaving
Christmas feelings
inside hearts.
