Whispers of Winter

 —Poetry by Lynn White, 

Blaenau Ffestiniog, North Wales
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy
of Joe Nolan, Stockton, CA 

 

 

AS WINTER FALLS


Willow don’t weep for me.
Back in the summer
I hid in the shadows
of your leafy canopy.
Now you have left me exposed
waiting
for the winter of my content
which falls every year
as the lost leaves
turn golden
then brown
with decay
then white
with the silence
of the first snowfall.
I’m waiting for it
to blanket me with light
and make me smile.
Willow don’t weep for me.



(First published in Sylvia, December 2020)

 

 

 

 

TRANSIENT

Snowflakes lit by sunbeams
blowing gently,
fragile as shadows
making rainbows in the sun.
Smiling in the soft light.
So soft.
So soft.
Catch them quickly in your hair
to melt them
while the sun
is still shining and smiling.
For only as long as it falls,
can the snow renew them
when they melt away.



(First published in Midnight Circus, Winter Issue, 2016)

 

 

 

 

WORN WORDS

The winter chill
froze the words
into remnants.
Tattered pages,
empty envelopes
and empty words
worn and shrivelled
ghosts of our love
that I try to forget
and try not to forget.


(First published in Fresh Words, March 2023)

 

 

 

 

SNOWMAN

We rolled the snow to make a jolly body
to the soundtrack of your cascade of laughter.
And as we did, a couple walked by,
she said “hello,” like her joy was blowing
    bubbles.
She gave us a pipe to put in his mouth,
but he could blow no bubbles from it,
which was a shame.
But with his jaunty hat
and bright scarf
he mirrored her joy and your laughter
as he stood on his icy dais,
before both of you
melted away.



(First published in Breadcrumbs Magazine, 2018)

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Today’s LittleNip:

WINTER’S TALE

—Lynn White


Slowly at first
almost imperceptibly
the days become shorter
minute by minute
as winter whispers
her arrival once again.
Listen carefully
but take care.
Soon you will cover your ears
as she learns to shout.


(First published in Brave and Reckless, 12/14/21)

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—Medusa, with thanks to Lynn White for her fine poetry in celebration of winter, and to Joe Nolan for finding us lovely winter pix to go with it!

 

 

 

 Ice Horse
—Public Domain Photo Courtesy of Joe Nolan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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