Imagine waking to a quiet, cold morning of drifting snowdrops pirouetting in a bright sky. Nature's artistry in motion is visible. Intrigued by the sight, I watch the shifting winds, listen to the whooshing, guzzling noise, and then, see snowflakes, flitting through the air in a haphazard motion.
Winter Embraces Its Second Blast
in the calm quiet
after the first snowdropping
blankets welcomed
©CV, 2021, haiku
cars crusted in snow wait for the unknown
pristine blankets camouflage
a shoveling nightmare
©CV, 2021, Kimo
winter art lines
neighborhood streets-
2021's living gallery
©CV, 2021, micropoem
those indoors watch
the incessant snow dance and plop
on a frozen throne
©CV, 202, haiku
more layers to come
so the meteorologists forecast...
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Laura Shovan's 9th Annual February Poetry Project Continues with amazing writing prompts. Buffy Silverman offered this #naturephoto for participants to ponder.
-Buffy Silverman, 2021, Michigan
Winter Tree
Skin so rugged,
Aged with grace
Mapped with lines
Of winter's face.
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Aging is nature
maturing.
Faced with dignity
Life enduring.
©CV, 2021
Before leaving, I would like to share the Poetry Postcard I received from my poet-artist friend, Michelle Kogan.
Thank you Molly Hogan from Maine for hosting Poetry Friday this week. I'm waiting to see if the Northeast is receives a weekend blast as is predicted. Molly with her key eye for photography will be on the lookout for an interesting winter theme to photograph. In the meantime she offers, some early morning scenes at the beach and the draft of her artist's prayer.
