Day 28
In the deep snows and biting cold of midwinter wolf packs howl outside native villages. The moon is full ~ the January wolf moon.
Polly Robinson © 2013
Tag Archives: winter
Winter Artistry In The Malverns
Frowsty ferns and frosted hay,
Hints of darkening damp decay,
Dank smouldering fires,
Smokey blue Shires.
A dog’s yap ricochets
Across archaic
Byways.
Buzzards ride, sway,
Swoop on small prey.
Fanthorpe and Auden
Write of Malvern
Hills echo poets
With Elgar’s discern-
ing ear.
Polly Robinson © 2012
Bright and Light
Soggy,
Thawing,
Bright and light
Snow
Drips from trees;
Yet no big freeze.
Come the dawn
It will be gone,
Yet,
Our long-lived
Wintertime
Goes on.
Polly Robinson © 2012
Wind Chimes in Winter
Deathly clear
Ice like rime,
Scentless, thin,
Tinkle, travel,
Ring, unravel,
Cold chills close,
Ghostly, grim.
Hark! Pay attention!
Wonder, winter’s chimes;
Blustering, gustering
Gale sings,
Faster and clearer
Chimes whirl,
Wild, wicked, free.
Polly Robinson © 2011
