A fine, white dust of snow

Scattered on the glass table

outside the kitchen window

Winter’s presence fading

buds begin to show on the early trees

Spring more than a month away

struggles for a foothold

on Winter’s slippery perch

My dreams are all black and white in this cold

Seasons fade and creep

in slight movements of gray

and angles of shadow

slowly shrinking with the snow

This entry was posted in All part of the process, change, Dreamtime, paying attention, poetry, spring, the end is the beginning, winter, wonder world and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to Midwinter

  1. Gorgeous, gorgeous pome.

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