Brittle snowflakes fall
from light clouds in a blue sky;
pretty precursor.
by Scooj
Brittle snowflakes fall
from light clouds in a blue sky;
pretty precursor.
by Scooj
Winter wonderland
on a Liliputian scale;
the best Bristol gets.
by Scooj
small pockets of snow
remain in shady hollows;
there on borrowed time.
by Scooj
Table top
covered with new snow
and a leaf
since fallen
reminder of passing time
and lifetime consumed.
by Scooj
Parts of the country
prepare for a wintry storm;
not expected here.
by Scooj
In seventy-nine
we two played with a lightness
enjoying the snow.
Anticipation
of snow, too much to bear; still
the child is in me.
by Scooj
The winter sunshine
full of deceit, tempting us
to believe in spring.
by Scooj
Back down with a bump;
mountains of emails replace
the snow covered peaks.
by Scooj
I’m on the top of
the world; The Carpenters and
me in Andorra.
by Scooj
