Winter Turns

The cold days grow longer
The Sun still slinking away before the day is done
Heavens cracked and snow poured forth
Ice hid sneakily under the heaping piles of deceiving whiteness
Clouds once white start turning grey and heavy
As the Rain grinds deep into banks of snow
The Wet snow sinks heavily into the ground
Mixing snow and rain to slush that freezes in irregular patterns
of foot prints and shovel tracks and half melted shapes
Winter rushing in had tripped and turned to spring

The First Snow Fall

The first snow falls
and the woods grow white
The mighty fir trees rise out
from blankets heaped high of snow
Their ever greens peaking through

Silence has fallen
Even the wind speaks in hush tones
Whistling through the trees

No creature is viable 

The only signs of life
small footprints traced
among the trees
Of some unseen force
That pranced lightly
here and there
Before fading in the dusk

Suns light filters through the cracks
Beams of light gleam off
snow covered towers
Sinking lower the colors shift to
oranges and pinks
That warm the cool landscape

As night moves in
Purples and midnight blues
Warping all in pale moons light
Turning forest greens into nights black
Snow glittering silver under the stars
Not so far away an owl cries
and night begins

The Great Pines

IN WINTER LIGHT TREES DO BATHE
THEIR LIMBS HEAVY WITH THE SNOW
IN GREAT WHITE COATS THEY POSE
THEIR HEAD HELD HIGH
GENTLE BREEZE FLOATS BY SENDING
TENDRILS OF SNOWFLAKES DANCING MERRILY IN-BETWEEN
THE GREAT PINES
THEY LAUGH AS THEY SWIRL AND PLAY THEN LAND JOYOUSLY
TUCKING THEMSELVES IN THE FOLDS OF THE GREAT PINES
SETTLED NOW THEY REST
PURE WHITE AGAINST THE DEEPING EVER GREEN