Winter Wanders

Winter finds a way
to intimidate.

Snake limbs on the
Medusa trees

turn the sky gray.

The marshmallow moon
seeks warmth
from a fast-fleeting flame.

Pine needles keep pinning.

White blossoms worrying.

Winds whine louder
than our complaints.

Creatures huddled
under the same wigwam,

awaiting warmer rains.

Truth be told,
spring is miles away,

down the concrete canal,
that hollow highway

where weary hikers
must trust an old road map
of stars to find their way.

Β© 2023 | K. Hartless

18 comments

  1. Fantastic. Winter wandering, even if it is really cold, is something I like to do. Though by now, I really do wish spring would arrive soon.

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