A Harsh Melody

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

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A Harsh melody

             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

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Ermine beauty is everywhere

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

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Another wintery Haiku

              HAIKU

 

 

Icy wanton winds

 

     spanking the last stubborn leaves

 

          to loosen their grip

 

 

3/14/90              Phyllis VanVleck

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What does January do?

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

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That time of year again

            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

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