Winter Destiny

This poem is specifically for all of you who are tired of winter cold and slush, of red noses that breathe freezing air as you scrape a windshield or of cold hands and feet as fingers and toes gradually go numb while you shovel your driveway once again. I don't promise that it will call a halt to Old Man Winter's line of duty, but perhaps it will give you the 'long range perspective' of the good all that moisture brings, not to mention the beauty that accompanies snow melt which precipitates the renewal of Spring. What I can promise, however, is that this is the last winter offering I'm making for this year. I am about to focus on Spring.

Winter Destiny

Winter sunrise shares its luster

With mountains fast asleep

As snow-packed peaks begin to yield

Their destiny incomplete.

Icicles in cold splendor form

To hang from granite sheets

Surrendering their nature

To flow at mountain's feet.

There, they'll quickly rendezvous

For destiny's final sign

A tryst, a mist to vaporize

And make a valley sigh.

Reflections

Two Poems for my Husband of Sixty Years