a moment made to bear
the weight of a winter dream
full of surprises
winter
winter’s burden
Standardburdened by winter,
strands of grass bend to ground like
my white tired hair
the warmth from the heart
Standardthe warmth of dreams can
even make winter coldness
quickly melt away
under a winter spell
Standard
sick and feverish
the beauty of dawn is lost
this winter morning
A snowy winter
Standardcold and terrible
by reputation, bright and
white my experience
Swan lake
Standardhow graceful of swans
to bring bright winter colours
dancing in the sun
shyness
Standardwinter moon, why are
you so shy this cloudless night?
It’s your time to shine!
changed by time
Standardwords spoken in spring
can by autumn lose meaning
as winter draws near
memories of spring
StandardA photo taken by my daughter
memories of spring
defy the call of winter
to brighten my day
a cold day
Standardmy old wrinkly hands
like leafless trees you shiver
in the cold, cold wind
El Nino
Standarda lone mountain
Standardmake the most of it
Standardmildly amusing
StandardLove
Standardforgotten by winter
Standarda forgotten breath
Standardhaunting memories
Standardthe mind deceives
StandardAn icy romance
Standardthe amorous snow
developed a crush and stayed
to flirt with winter
a cold snap
Standarda frozen heart
Standarda glaring truth
Standardpiercing the gloom
Standarda phantom
Standardwithout a trace
Standardwinter solstice
Standardmesmerised
Standarda cautious step
Standardscavenger
Standarda mild moment
Standarddetached
StandardCold is winters breath
Standardbursting news
Standarda frozen moment
Standarda silent approach
Standardthe long wait for snow
Standardfrom the mountains
Standardsnowflakes
Standardchanging seasons
Standardnature’s bridge
Standardbasking in summer
StandardCold of winter
StandardIf only the cold wind would die down,
And I could be left free from the torment.
Cold, cold is the bitter winter month.
Dark, dark is its mood.
Howling and full of chill,
It speaks of concealing the warmth of the sun
And laying low, the once fertile land.
Devoid of character, all is white.
White, white is the blanket that covers everything.
Bright, bright is its reflection in the day.
Inviting and playful and yet suffocating.
Glistening though it might be in the sun,
In the dark of winter it is merciless and treacherous,
Offering little comfort to the unwary and unprepared.
Silent, silent is the winter as it spreads and freezes hearts and souls.
Death, Death is what it brings.
Buried from the nourishing light all must wither, sleep or perish.
No more to grow but to weep until the end of winter.
Drawing strength from the certainty that winter too will pass away.
And in its wake will come rebirth and light; the seed of life.
J M Lysun
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