An exploration of winter. Third in Angel Wings Benefit Contest, January 2020. |
| Winter Circles and cycles, the earth turns, leans toward sleep and the days draw in, nights sharp and brittle with bristling designs on the windows, ghostly messages from Jack, the frosty herald of the freeze. The world rolls on, revolving in the darkness of space, the stars etched bright in the silken sky and breath hanging clouded, dissolving in the still night air. So the cold rasps harder in the throat as the days crawl from the solstice, herding us through the dark depths of winter, onwards through time until a sudden morning brings the sound of flowing water, the melt dripping from the roofs, gutters running with the rushing stream, as spring loosens the frozen grip of the dormant season. We turn in bed to face the rising sun. Line Count: 24 Free Verse Prompt: Write a poem about winter without using the following words: snow, ice, snowman, blizzard, Santa, Christmas, New Year's, wind. |