Sunday, December 13, 2009

Winter

WINTER

Autumn’s colored splendor fades away.

It’s coming; I hear the north wind’s song.

Bare branches stand against a canvas gray.

Days shorten; nights become too long.

Cool, crisp, sharp, raw, blue.

Varied harshness marks its passing here.

Weak ones sometimes do not make it through.

At times, it also brings the strongest fear.

Blinding brightness – Snow is on the ground.

Icy crystals bend the straining bough.

Silence broken by its tinkling sound.

Surreal, it manifests its beauty now.


Dennis Price

6 comments:

  1. I like this one, it really captures winter.

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  2. I enjoy this side of Dennis Price. Judi

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  3. Beautiful. Your words capture the images and hardships of winter very well. :)

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  4. Re your "Worst President Ever" sticker in the upper left sidebar - it's odd to have to admit that even Carter had more sense, isn't it!

    I never thought I'd see a president worse than Carter - but I never imagined a NØbama.....

    God help us!

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  5. nice and peaceful-and just what I needed.

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