Winter Morning
whiter than white
dressed drab boughs
pitch-green pine
bowing beneath the weight
piled upon them
a colorless gray sky
seals silent tracks
through doorways of surrender
After the Storm
in the silent dead of winter
sun breaks the ice gray sky
and each twig of the apple tree
blooms with light
Surrender...blooming with light...such brilliant contrasts. Ah....
ReplyDeletebeautiful, wintry images and words…
ReplyDeletegives us insight to the depths of winter, the endings it represents of the year & cycles of life, and the hope your poems capture of new beginnings.