Winter,
oft despised and lamented.
Yet... were the eyes open,
its majesty displayed
through dormant limbs
filtering gray light, or
dazzling sun and bright blue heavens;
raising bare hands to the sky,
and casting glittering diamonds on snowbound earth.
Those barren arms stretched forth,oft despised and lamented.
Yet... were the eyes open,
its majesty displayed
through dormant limbs
filtering gray light, or
dazzling sun and bright blue heavens;
raising bare hands to the sky,
and casting glittering diamonds on snowbound earth.
fairly bursting with their secret of life to come.
Winter, a masterpiece in its own right;
Naked yet resplendent in simple elegance.
Beauty in solitude.
Beauty in frosted silence.
Beauty in quiet reflection,
Winter...
for those with eyes to see.Kathy Cristoforo (c)
