From My Window

Grey, weighty water races crashing into the wasted bed, where rocks slime after a long embrace with white foamed spray, almost…

POETRY

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Grey, weighty water races
crashing into the wasted bed,
where rocks slime 
after a long embrace
with white foamed spray,
almost crystallized 
by the rainbow bubbles.

In bleak misty swirls, 
low cloud is all pervasive
as red squirrels stir 
in the depth of their dray.
Across the deep valley, 
fall feathers of snow,
filling stark fissures, gnarled and deep,
carpeting, smothering 
what lies below.

The bite of frost nibbles
on icy dusk 
and rain-spun grass,
as teary leaves drip silently 
onto the shrouded path,
and Winter, 
wearing crystal shards,
bares her nudity to all.