My breath floats around me like a veil
and the world is silent,
save for the sighs in the snow’s descent.
The waning sun still has enough strength
to bring out the glitter in winter’s icy jewels.
Winter’s court is a dark beauty,
All the extraneous has been shed,
leaving the trees’ bones to sway
in a danse macabre
orchestrated by frigid winds.
There is strength as well as elegance
to this starkest of seasons,
inspiring us to remember the peace
in the quiet cores of our souls,
to rest, and cherish them
for the blooming season to come.
Song Choice: Winter (from Vivaldi's Four Seasons)
This poem was inspired by the prompt given by A Dash of Sunny's Prompt Nights: Winter, my dear, would be cold without warm memories.