winter – Page 3 – One Woman's Quest

Wonderland

Winter winds howl,
icy vapours penetrate,
enchanting season.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: vapour / howl; and BrewNSpew’s Cafe prompt.)

Autumn dons a mask,
regales the changing season,
ignores Winter’s threat –
and I too, dance, brightly clad,
deny the nearness of death.

Do you stroll here
on the winter walk,
use rain as light,
follow every wild bough,
beautiful blue bird?

Climb, live, see
how happy this forest,
verdant rock moral,
sun on water, green.

(Another poem from Magnetic poetry.)

Downy blankets of white softly settle,
Nature gratefully submitting to slumber
as the Earth bids a seasonal adieu.

Inside, my body craving hibernation,
curls into layered bedding, draws shades
against the snowy scene, wills respite.

My soul, a cat, lulled by the miracle
stretches wide paws, arches, ready
to discover some mystic wilderness.

She is primordial, a snow leopard,
camouflaged, elusive, a silent stalker
instinctively hungry for nourishment.

Weakened, I yield, certain she will prey
on this near lifeless flesh, leaving me
bloodless, hide-less: a mere carcass.

Then I shall lay down in the frigid warmth
of winter’s illusion and surrender rotting
self to the Earth’s core; pray for rebirth.

(Soul Stalker first appeared here in January of 2016. I am submitting it for dVerse’s prompt: Confessional poetry, hosted by HA.)

Christmas morn blushing
with childlike fervour – outside
a chaste wonderland.

(Written for RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: chaste / blush. Image from personal collection.)

Merry day all!

Fat flakes of snow
fall on my face, my lens,
disrupt focus –
each icy formation
a gentle kiss.

Oh, Winter,
you crafty old man,
winning me over
with the purity of white,
and cold, wet, caresses.

(Sarah S is hosting in the dVerse pub tonight with the prompt: touch. Photo taken today on our street.)

Downy blankets of white settle softly,
Nature gratefully submitting to slumber
as the Earth bids a seasonal adieu.

Inside, my body craving hibernation
curls into layered bedding, draws shades
against the snowy scene, wills respite.

My soul, a cat, lulled by the miracle
stretches wide paws, arches, ready
to discover some mystic wilderness.

She is primordial, a snow leopard,
camouflaged, elusive, a silent stalker
instinctively hungry for nourishment.

Weakened, I yield, certain she will prey
on this near lifeless flesh, leaving me
bloodless, hide-less: a mere carcass.

Then I shall lay down in the frigid warmth
of winter’s illusion and surrender rotting
self to the Earth’s core; pray for rebirth.