Winter by Linda Woolven
by Steven McCabe
Bruises
smudge the countryside
in winter blue and purple.
As shadows steal
the winter white.
Tree limbs
gloved in frosting,
its ice crystals
biting
tiny life
to sleep.
So tender
the moon
grazes silver reflections
of a long winter day.
Ending in cold
formless words
wandering the night
and winter dreams.
Linda Woolven lives in Toronto, Canada. She is a published poet, painter (lindawoolven.com) and natural health author with a private practice.
I felt like I was walking on a frozen night across snow while doing the images for this poem, and hoping I didn’t wake anybody up. The night was that perfect.
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Absolutely gorgeous. The magic of winter in every sense.
(You are early, Steven. : )
A new season suddenly and surprisingly appears! It seems like just a moment ago Karen you were posting your amazing snow crystal photos! Thank you for your thought. I was transported into deepest winter with these poetic words by Linda Woolven…
I’ve waited to comment since I have looked at these at least a dozen times…each viewing as layered as the prints. They shouldn’t work, I think. Too much detail, motion, pattern, stuff…but they do. What is it?
I forget to wonder why
The words crystallize
I feel the shadows have their time
Glad for this thought j.h., I’ll quote you, if I may, about why the images work (and I’m glad to hear you think they do): Perhaps ‘…the shadows have their time…”
Layers soften and fade away….Shapes drift across the page like snow (or shadows)…the colours are harmonious….there is a calm repetition of motifs….
and indeed, the words crystallize.
Thank you!