Winter

Treasure

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