11.15.21 (silent snowy ride)

By Richard Lawson dress me warm in wool for heaven is a snowy ride silent snowy ride first stop heaven’s gate saint peter nods, points the way down icy gold streets icy golden streets birds of heaven gleam in the trees path to christmas eve endless starry night huddle warm merino rug happy hearty quiet …

Academy Classics: O Tannenbaum

By Thomas Page The tree sort of slumped over. Ornaments scattered all over the ground. On the way down, the tree took out several pictures on the mantle. The ground was covered in broken glass, clay, and porcelain. Their dog, Sparkles, was trying to eat the remains of a surfing Santa. “Well, I’ll get some …

Winter Sun

By James Bates   The boy loved the icy winter, And playing in the snow, Sledding and building snowmen, Snowballs for him to throw. One day he awoke quite ill, Confined there to his bed, His best friend Bob came to visit, And panicked he'd soon be dead. "No," the father calmed him, "not my …

Low Key, Chilled Out

By Ian Copestick A foggy, freezing cold night At the start of the new year. After taking the dog out For her nightly exercise. We enter the nice, warm Heated house. Open a Couple of bottles of wine, Eat nice cheeses and Salamis with crackers. The popular, hyped days Of the season are gone. But, …

Winter rain in my muse-like homeland

By Paweł Markiewicz     the eyesome fay at the crack of dawn in winter is weeping the winter rain in the form of magnificent teardrops is dropping down it is to be mesmerized in glaciated dreams of muses the shepherd boy hears the falling of the more tender rain like meek tears the docile …

Art by Veronika Gavriuchenkova

 

“Snowflake Falls”

By Andrew Scott   Another snowflake falls on my face. The weather has changed fast again. Seems like yesterday that the leaves were changing. Barely ready for this though the old bones warned me that the season's change was coming soon. Keeping the body warm walking during the day. Thankfully the boots are not too …

“The Night Country”

By Laura Potts ‘The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveler returns’ – Hamlet. Old winter hour, gloam and the glow of this last evening fire, after the time of the cold and away from my last-gasp hourglass and this passing grey; after the far-cast dust of my day when the half- light fields breathe …

“Arctic Flurries”

By Joan McNerney Winds toss foliage in air. Birds bend against frost their wings catching the last sunlight. In cosmic dance snowflakes light up evening. Diminutive galaxies circling abandoned gardens. We hunch our shoulders with winter. Our shadows are long now.

“Winter Watch”

By Joan McNerney Tangled…one ragged leaf clings to the bough.   Stopping to see the shape of a snowflake.   Winter storm warning… headlights beam at noon.   Came home just in time for the first dizzy dance of December flurries.   More amazing than redwood forests... your ice blue eyes.   Simmering soup fills …