Friday, October 13, 2006

friday poetry blogging - fifteenth edition...

winter

pristine white snow
cowers
under bleak
grey sky

wicked fingers
reach hungrily
from sickly
branches

animals burrow
beneath them
anyway
undeterred
by the unwelcoming stretch
of dark shadows

wind blows
the sun
comes and goes

things falter
and grow
strong again

for everything
turn, turn, turn
there is a season
turn, turn, turn


and eventually
all seasons
turn to heaven