dawning amber, silent morn
screaming tires, grinding spin
ripping through the frosted din
travelers beware
~kat
We had record breaking snowfall here in the Blue Ridge Valley. The official tally for my little town was 15 inches (38.1 cm). In a place where even a third of that depth can shut things down, I’m in no hurry to leave my cozy home. Bring on the hot cocoa and cinammon toast. Have a lovely Monday!
frosted winter white, the rose
blushes crimson through the night
clinging to petals, frozen,
forever in bloom
~kat
they will return in the spring,
dormant leaves, wintering,
when the days grow longer,
dawn’s chorus erupting
~kat
peace exists
in the whisper of the wind,
the crash of waves on the shore,
but not in silence
~kat
swift, the cold wind
sweeps through barren trees
ice-nipped air, drizzling sleet,
crisp, the leaves beneath our feet
~kat
