Winter, wake with wizened whispers of the hoary plume
Budded belvederes a-slumber in earth’s dormant womb
Woo, if but with frigid fretwork of frost filigree
The invasion of a network primed with petal-spree
Will, with ev’ry gale you muster, Beginnings beneath
Nearer with each bluster draws the daisy-dusted heath
Winter, warm us, not with kisses, but with bliss of this;
Always after your brouhaha, surely springtime Is
Teeming glimpse of Eden pulsing where winter, knee-deep
Warms the nucleus of nature with its icy sweep
While the throes of thermal stitching itch our swaddled
skin
While we weather Weather, waiting for spring to begin
Winter, stir in us the common sense to feel your thrill
No other season is privy to the shades you spill
Where white wears a world of subtle colours in its gloss
(To try to describe it always leaves words at a loss)
Shimmering with glimmers like an ocean glazed with stars
Still-life waves, blue-capped, surge, picturesque, o’er
prism bars
Winter, weave your wonders but keep your time-frame in
mind
After you have wowed us with white, would you be so kind
As to take your leave before we weary of your ways
While we press our faces to sweet dreams of summer days
While we ooh and a-ah at what we bank on… (pard the pun)
Winter, you will lose yourself in the kiss of the sun
© Janet Martin
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