winters fold

sticky beaked crow

raucous over winter berries,

as i ran on frosted ground

grass unlikely to bend

silvered instead of green,

clouds would shake

their snow soon

blanketing and forming

a soft landscape for me

in snow,

i was protected

the chill and damp

reddened eyes and nose,

sticky beaked crow

a shadow on the ground

lengthening under a low sun,

my shadow would be longer

one day,

for now i was content

to lay upon my back

feeling spread of arms and legs

as i be came an angel

 poetry , poem


25 thoughts on “winters fold

  1. I enjoyed this very much. I really loved the snow imagery, and the angel ending. I might say I think it would read better if it were single spaced. (If you’re having trouble with that on the blog the way to achieve it is to press shift+enter at the end of the lines rather than just pressing the enter key. Of course you may prefer the double spacing but on my computer it’s rather hard to take in how the words interact running down the page.)


  2. As I read this I see ravens eating late season crab apples, and the frost has the grass silvered. What a perfect poem to read while looking out my window this morning! I love it.


  3. smiles….nice on the transformation to the angel there in the end….snow is so magical as well…i remember as a child being so excited, knowing i would be out of school and be able to play all day…


  4. Just happened to check back…just in case. And I’m so glad I did. A truly lovely poem that, I believe appeals to both children and adults. We have that frozen grass but nothing to make snow angels in yet. You might want to link this to Open Link Night so more can enjoy…just saying. It’s too good to go unnoticed by the pub crawlers. :0)


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