Winter’s Pallet
Nature’s Song
evening skies of periwinkle
a perfect backdrop for the snow
tender skin starting to prickle
as the north wind gently blows
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silver moon shines like a nickel
frosted cornstalks, lined with crows
falling raindrops, become fickle
as wintertime prepares her show
*
brittle limbs now bare and naked
barren twigs are nature’s bones
falls masquerade has quickly faded
clouds resembling the stones
*
autumns graveyard, lightly frosted
with blue and dark gray undertones
another season is exhausted
water and sky are natures clones
*
the wind softly howls in hushed voices
as earth prepares to take her rest
the season dances and rejoices
protecting the heart inside her chest
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glistening lanes and light, still waters
breathing in sighs of relief
Mother Nature is the author
and earth is covered in her peace
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (4)
What a perfect description of the coming Winter season in some areas. Really like the image.
Well-wrought, Kelli!
Such a soothing and vivid portrayal of winter’s quiet transformation. The imagery feels crisp and alive, perfectly capturing nature’s gentle descent into rest.
I felt a chill when reading this. The imagery is amazing!