A Poem from Winter

Winter View

The winter sky is calm and gray

As a cold mist glistens the ground.

The crooked grief of dormant trees

Weighs lightly on the seasoned, rugged limbs.

The lone mournful cry of a killdeer

Lobs across the hills

And a wistful but gallant mutt of a dog

Traverses the wet pavement.

My heart lies in wait

Surveying the scene.

Inward sight casts hues of longing

On sky and tree.

My soul throws mournful colors

On sound and sight.

My spirit breathes

With the cold mist

And gives thanks to the earth

For gifts that await. 

                                         CK

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Photo: Winter Tree near Ellerton Abby
Credit: Christine Johnstone, contributor to The Geograph Project
Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

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