A Winter’s Spell
Poetry
By Anne G
The Winter’s pale did cast a spell
upon the hillside snowflakes fell
The stark white valley deep in snow
it’s creeks and brooks quiet and still
But for a hare in winter’s coat
a few small sparrow’s wistful trills
The frozen landscape within sight
seemed to attest to nature’s plight
I peeked into the icy air with
bated breath my mind awhirl
Whilst all around me
time stood still
The promise of spring
seemed to be nil
I quelled my cabin fevered thoughts
of endless days and nights of cold
With visions of budding flowers and leaves
of birds in flight and burgeoning trees
My hopeful heart the promise true
I felled the cast of winter’s spell
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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