Winter

Winter shore winds blow
Swirling my daughter’s hair as
We search for sea glass

The crook of my arm
Cradling ebony silk
Purring in my ear

Dancing on the road
Windblown veils of white ribbon
As the snowfall starts

Smoke borne on the wind
Transporting me to the hearth
Of my childhood home

The outside world
Muffled by the gentle sound
Of the falling snow

The cold winter breeze
Whispers empty promises
Of the coming spring

Windows glazed with ice
Outside raw winter winds are
Howling summer’s dirge

Hoarfrost on the grass
Morning fog clings to the ground
At the break of day

Crowns of barren trees
Dipped in the gold of sunrise
Turn to burnished bronze

Crystals born of dust
Falling from the firmament
Alight on my tongue