Winter’s Beat

Winter’s beat:

staccato, staccato.

Notes attacked by

crystalline breath.

 

Winter plays it hard and clip,

without apology,

its rhythm

borne of

the dark side,

face turned away

from the sun.

 

Winter’s song:

hidden world of

beating life,

staccato, staccato,

beneath the ice,

beneath the snow,

keeping time

with crystalline breath,

until the thaw,

when Spring implores:

allegro, allegro.

DSC_0183Photo: Leigh Pumilia

 

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