winter

Enchantment


 

 
 

Cold wind whips ice-cream star dust

around the hanging frosty pale moon,

stretching the curtain on winter’s night

lingering just long enough…

Shinning white wishes on a

promise day of ice-covered earth

left dormant from tomorrow’s spring

in secrets of russet latent hope…

As a frigid coil whips frothy star dust

while a wanting bird chirps for warmth,

slightly flying into a frozen morning

he pauses to listen for company…

Bathing in the shinning silver wishes

hanging with the cold pallid moon,

he chirps again and lingers to listen

in secrets of still iced air of wanting hope…

Quiet resounding love threads the weave

of dawn with the promises of

morning, night and enchantment

twist blindly among the beginnings…

Copyright:   2011

Winter’s White


Preserved
limbs
frosted…

Linger
settled
crystals…

Quiet
sounds
lights…

Winter’s
hoarfrost
paints…

Portrait
frozen
white…

copyrighted:  CMM 2002

Winter’s Solstice


 

Winter’s gray and silver sky.Winter's Solstice

Pry upon my watchful eye,

as I see the sun go down

setting shadows on the ground.

Yet I know and then I hope

when darkness comes that I will cope

with the fact that this will be

0nly temporarily.

For after December 21st

the snow will come from winter’s burst.

The sun will once again begin to shine

taking up more of the time

of day to give back to me;

my longing sense of sanity…

Copyrighted:  2010 CMM

Winter’s Sun


Silver sky fades
into
fallen
season.
Trees barren branches
reaching
into
dismal
light.
Time takes back yesterdays;
weathered
sky
prepares
solemn
mood.
Impending winter will
be;
chilling
stillness
prepares
for
tomorrow’s advent.
©  CMM  2011

Sterile Winter’s Return


 

Cold the sun

which days now come,

a frozen still breath,

a summer now done.

Barren limbs

widows time,

to watch and listen

a quiet sublime.

Oh, but the promise

of summer’s youth,

is lost among dried

leaves now mute.

No wind, no breeze,

does not remain

as time has come,

winter’s season now reclaimed.

 

©  CMM  2012

Faith


A wake of hope carries the moon’s descent,
to ride off from the cold sun of winter’s promise.

Is it cold that slows the squirrel’s journey up
or their strife of yesterday’s feast of stowed summers.

The nip of hope, and the sting from the unknown,
stand as cold air in a windless day of frozen temperatures.

Yet, the move of the hours will re-ignite the heavenly stars
biding rest to the weary feeling full of the day’s survival.

Copyrighted: CMM 2009