Thursday, December 17, 2009


Photo by S. Auberle
Some say Winter
is a cruel old man,
breath a frigid howl,
white whip of his beard
slashing fiercely in the cold,
but I say
Winter is a bride,
her dress the wedding
of wind and moonlight,
voice a whisper
of virgin snow.
She hears
the naked trees sighing,
their branches reaching for her
like eager arms.
~ mimi


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem and photo. You always give me a lift.


8:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Question: When you write a poem like this one--do you go right to the feeling from the scene or do you do a free write on the details and then incorporate them into the finished piece?


8:09 AM  
Blogger Sharon Auberle said...

hmmm...actually, it's more a process of being inspired by something completely apart from the scene, then finding the right photo to go with it, and then adding to or deleting from the poem, from details of the found photo...or
none of the above!
but i guess you could say it's more the latter...
peace & good cheer to you, Jackie...

9:22 AM  
Blogger Cassiopeia Rises said...

This is so lovely. This is how I see winter. Well done.

love, Melanie

8:31 AM  

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