What fair wind is this?
Crisp and sweet without a kiss-
From Winter’s white lips.
Could it be that Spring has sprung?
As was promised in Autumn?
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Deceptive sunlight,
Filters between vibrant green,
Neon in color!
But a breeze will cool the skin
Beware Winter’s last caress.
I weave through the trees
Tall, skinny, skeletal white
Juxtaposed against
My rosy cheeks and red lips
A modern red riding hood.
Winter’s gate closes
In its wake Spring comes again
A cycle renewed
Sprouts tracking above the blue
That which gives us radiance
Grey clouds gathering
Where the sky meets the ocean
At the Western gate
I see the oncoming storm
Welcoming the Winds of Spring
Winter froze my muse,
But each letter, word, and verse~
Thaws the deepest freeze.
Poetry is my spring rain,
My unashamed thunderclap.
And so we arise
Every morning from the East
Like the Winter Sun.
Quietly, we travel West,
To witness a Champion!
I am perplexed by
The season of this morning
Cloaked in Autumn’s robes
I am kissed by Summer’s crown
But encased by Winter’s howl.
skies growing darker
grey curtains veil the sunset
trees no longer red
and the wind picks up in speed
this, our first kiss from winter
my canyon city
through biting winds i travel
thinly tree-lined streets
a moments’ respite reveals
clouds devouring the full moon