Winter Poems

Winter air rushes
The lungs, freezing from inside,
Gasping for breath. Cold!

Snow falls from silent
Skies, stillness blankets the world.
For a moment, peace.

Bright skies send sparkles
Through the windows, sunlight warms
Laps cozy inside.

Early darkness creeps
In, but tea and a good book
Drive the gloom away.

Thirty degrees in
March is much different than in
October, trust me.

The snow is melting;
You can smell it in the air.
Will it freeze again?

© The Lightning Tower, 2020