Poem – Winter’s Strength

The stronghold strengthens
the winter depth deepens.

The hill overlooks treetops
holding pockets of snow

to the empty blue sky
quietly becoming black.

With no fanfare
just cold desending from heaven.

From comfort of the sunroom
I see yellow squares

scattered in the blackness
behind naked tress losing

ground to the snowpacks assault
a battle we continue to lose.

This scene I have seen before.
These fingers have scraped
cold snow and squeezed until
nothing but liquid remains.

5 comments

    1. I think we will hide until June. In northern MN now where it is 20 below. Thank you, I assume you are referring to the website layout? I was looking for something more simple, that does not get in the way of posts and photos.

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