Crisp crystals
Winter's wonder
Creeping, Crawling, crystalline crust,
Crisp, first limpid wonder, thrust
Starry, icy tendrils further and beyond,
Reaching out with diamond frond.
Water, window, pavement, tree succumb
To sharp shards of stolid crumb.
Scentless scent, searing nasal channel,
Glitter grit-gristle grid gird the pool, hexagonal panel.
Cool touch seamlessly seeps, sylphlike, into every crevice.
Cover all with friendly, bright-barbed menace.
Frozen fronds, a cool confection of celebration.
Tasteless icing, sugary sight of welcome.
This first frost of wintry realm,
Bring magic, silent dazzling crown.
Though nights be long, let morning shine, with
Bright-bless'd frosty feeling thine.
Winter wishes all, vouchsafe.
Season's warmth, goodwill and grace.
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (4)
Loved the rhythm and flow to this. The alliteration sprinkled in worked as well. Such a vivid winter poem. Great work, Ray!
This is a beautiful poem and such a wordsmith's use of language! I love hearing about the "Starry, icy tendrils" from afar. Thankfully, there are not many icy tendrils where I am. Nicely done.
Oooo, I learned a new word from you today, stolid! Loved your wonderful poem!
Just beautiful and the image is like a painting that doesn't last long.