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winter whispers
by Maria Massarellasnow-laden branches
silhouette the nightscape -
misty moon retreats
beyond the visible
a sense of impotence
aches my heart watching
you lapidated by another
multitude of flakes
frozen to stillness you
neither sway nor bend -
surrender to the elements
with dignity and grace
reverence tweaks my silence
to wordflow – to tell that
on observing your winterness
I found a whispering spring
*
in the light of your sagacity
the utmost sense of impotence
sheds its veils – opens
to realms of possibilities
*m.a
02/11/2012 Author's Note: * to the tree outside my window
the snow is currently in its melting process...
from notes of when my world was a fortress
immersed in walls of white
Posted on 02/28/2012
Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 02/28/12 at 07:14 AM Lovely! MFS |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/28/12 at 03:25 PM Ah yes m'lady, when winter whispers it is very often saying spring is coming... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/28/12 at 04:50 PM Here in Canada, one can sooo relate. Eloquently rendered Maria. Graze. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/28/12 at 08:55 PM ... brilliant..... |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/29/12 at 10:06 PM it's been a snowless winter here in NYC, Maria...but I am looking at the cherry tree outside my window and remembering winter days as you describe. Magnifico! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/06/12 at 01:27 AM I love a winter landscape and you give it your own special elegance that paints an endearing window pane. |
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