Midnight in Winter
by
Jean George
copyright 05-10-2005
Age Rating: 4 to 127
Far away from city lights the winter hills cast shadows,
Spilling them like purple ink over the crystal snows.
A shivery pale, silver moon illuminates then pours
Across a frozen river and up on its frosted shores.
Ice-coated tree limbs glisten and crack with a wintry sigh
As a solitary wind-blown cloud moves through the moonlit sky.
Crusted snow catches the light and shimmers like pave diamonds.
Far away the plaintive cry of a northern wind begins.
With artic climes the night proclaims winter's last hurrah,
As 'neath the trees lies pristine snow unmarked by hoof or claw.
For nothing stirs or tries to breathe the gelid midnight air
And ev'ry feral creature lies protected in its lair.
No human eyes to gaze upon this wondrous winter sight,
Unmarred beauty of snowy vistas on a moonlit night.
Nature's perfection now enshrined in ice-cold clarity,
A celebration of the absence of humanity.
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Well Jean, it is very rare for me to look for and re-read a piece, but this has stayed in memory. It reads even better the second time.
I hate winter, but love this poem.
I confess, I had to imagine snowdrops pushing through the snow. I need the spring.
You have a rare gift and I am so glad that you share it with us.
Thank you, Brian.
This is filled with such amazing imagery that enhances the senses to full force!! What a great write!!! I love the aspect of cold as winter is my favorite season shrouded with mounds of snow. GREAT JOB!!
Phenomenal imagery, meter, rhyme! All the elements of a beautiful work. You capture the rapture of nature in all its glory. I shouldn't compare you to other poets, though I doubt you would mind me comparing this to Keats or Whitman.