As I watch from behind the window
Pane, the snow piled high on the sill
Obscuring nature’s rage as its spill
Of rain and snow creating a gifted bow.
Winds howling,
Snow swerves swiftly,
Banging lustfully
Straining, swinging snowy
Hands hurtling against cement,
Glass, trees, and bushes, swiping
At everything to get in, bent
On gathering warmth to keep their breath.
The heat it garners strengthens
It’s momentum and spits
More icy pellets, flakes of wet snows,
And frozen rain drops.
Icicles drip over bare bushes,
Maples, oaks, evergreens,
All dipped in icy transparent sepulcher
Foretelling breaks and deaths.
Nature’s peaceful gown,
It’s stunning frozen blaze
Will, with time melt and glow
In the blooming spring in a faze.
Poetry for Change 