Winter in the Woods, 1899
When sunset rays
Lace
through bare trees.
As
light fades, a chill wind
Swirls
fallen crumbled leaves,
Once so
bright and drifting
With a
dancer’s flourish.
In
darkness, the clouds roll back
As a scroll of gray and black.
The reigns
of summer and autumn
No longer
tower and burn.
Midnight reveals
A treasure chest of winter:
Ice
and snow prepared
To lay
ruin to the land.
Many thanks to a former blogger, Delores, who started the Wednesday Words as a challenge for writers to expand their writing.
Delores retreated from the blogger world after a few years, passing it on to River. Elephant's child passed away in the fall, and I will miss her writing and photos.
I wrote this poem in 2012, and the bold words were guest words for that week.
