WINTER’S SONG
Like a crazed banshee, the bitter wind moaned,
while snow coated limbs until the trees groaned,
branches thrashed windows in cacophony —
a harsh melody that winter intoned.
9/8/94 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Posted in Nature, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged banshee, cacophony, crazed, groan, limbs, melody, moan, snow, song, tree, wind, winter on Thursday,December 10, 2009| Leave a Comment »
WINTER’S SONG
Like a crazed banshee, the bitter wind moaned,
while snow coated limbs until the trees groaned,
branches thrashed windows in cacophony —
a harsh melody that winter intoned.
9/8/94 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Posted in Nature, Poetry, tagged banshee, branches, melody, snow, wind, Winter's Song on Monday,March 16, 2009| Leave a Comment »
WINTER’S SONG
Like a crazed banshee, the bitter wind moaned,
while snow coated limbs until the trees groaned,
branches thrashed windows in cacophony —
a harsh melody that winter intoned.
9/8/94 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Posted in ecology, Free Verse, My Thoughts, Nature, Poetry, tagged dawn, how, snowfall, tear, twist, wind on Tuesday,February 17, 2009| Leave a Comment »
NATURE’S FICKLE GAME
It seemed the wind had little
mercy, and in its bitterness
it howled and moaned like a crazed
banshee; twisting and tearing
at the trees until it ripped limbs
from their sockets, tossing
them to the frozen ground;
Then in a sudden mood change,
from tantrum to passivity,
the wind ceased, replaced
by a heavy silent snowfall.
Dawn’s first thin finger of light
illuminated the night’s destruction,
now mantled with sugar-white
drop-cloths. Tree limbs are bending
their backs under the weight
of their new white coats.
Leaves that had refused
to release their desperate hold,
now shiver as they shove noses
from beneath frosty blankets.
Last night’s fallen limbs
poke antlers through
the drifting mounds that built
around their broken bones.
Ermine beauty is everywhere
I look, and it will remain
so, until the sun, joining
in the game, smiles as it starts
its usual melt-down,
in a warm wet strip-tease.
Nature’s fickle game.
2/8/92 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in haiku, Nature, tagged ice, leaves, wind on Thursday,January 8, 2009| Leave a Comment »
HAIKU
Icy wanton winds
spanking the last stubborn leaves
to loosen their grip
3/14/90 Phyllis VanVleck
Posted in ecology, Nature, Rhyming, tagged frost, January, neville, nightmare, sleet, snow, wind on Saturday,January 3, 2009| Leave a Comment »
JANUARY’S NIGHTMARES
January shares her nightmares,
so the clouds sometimes weep
in her long winter sleep.
She torments everything she dares,
with crystal sleet and snows,
as her cruel north wind blows,
with frost etchings that winter wears..
9/3//01 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
Posted in Nature, Poetry, tagged cold, frozen, rhyming, willows, wind, winter on Saturday,November 29, 2008| Leave a Comment »
WINTER
Fierce wind is harsh upon the land . . . .
new snow is cold and deep,
the willows sway and weep.
September’s passed the torch, as planned . . . .
frost atop frozen ground,
as earth sleeps without sound,
for winter now assumes command.
9/9/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck