tuulamuse Formal Verse, Poetry

WINTER

NW Montana

Winter

Crystal cold, the winter days –
Creation breathing sighs –
Frosty, barren branches stretching
Into frozen skies –

Steamy fog arising from
A hibernating pond –
Silent white enveloping
The mountain tops beyond.

Temperatures have plummeted
To seventeen below,
Leaving earth invisible
Beneath resplendent snow.