Inner chills forcing goosed bumps
to break through paled skin
swathed in clothes of wool
bracing ones self against
natures fury

Radiant sun hides filtered
behind clouded grey plumes
imprisoning rays of warmth
much sort after on days
morbidly cold

Birds rustle in trees
naked of leaves yet
continue their morning song
scoping dewed grass searching
breakfast delights

Smoke unfurls from chimneys
scenting the air with
eucalypt traces of slow
burning wood exuding heat
most inviting

Vapoured breath released from
lungs warmed within now
chilled from air inhaled
crisp and fresh in
Winters onslaught..

so nice to not just see you around, but also to see you posting yours.

always said you should...well, you know. haha

Thanks KC.. ...I actually forget about this place, as you do, when you are enraptured with life, so it is a breath of beautiful air to remember and come back and read all my faves beautiful Poetry, and gain that spark of inspiration once again...I mislaid my love and want to write for no reason other then being distracted by life...Hopefully that spark stays lit and words flow as they once use to..

I always look forward to your writes.....

Hi Up2 and Tazz..Great to see you are all still around..

Wonderful to read your poems.

So exceptional, even for you.

This was a palpable pain. Nostalgia. The sting of youth.

I miss when you wrote more.

I could feel winter folding in around me. Nice!

PP ~ Mwahh..You inspire me..

Akita ~ I love Winter ~

Ainjel.....the images you paint are crisp and clear....