The Winter Wind

Kimberly Conrad landscapeartistsofcolorado.blogspot.com

Kimberly Conrad
landscapeartistsofcolorado.blogspot.com

The winter wind
Has kicked up off shore
The swells all gone to chop
White water whipped into fury
Whatever boats were there
Long ago turned to port
For safe harbor

Overhead the sky
Whirls its white clouds
As though to mimic the sea
Blue patches chasing the white
While on the northern ridge
A thick blanket of snow
Glows on Mt Baker

And ever the song
That whistling the wind
Makes through the fir tree
Outside the kitchen window
The strings of an old cello
Being sawn by the hand
Of an unseen master

Late in the night
When winter’s white
Has all turned into dark
The winter wind winds on
The gale gone to lullaby
Bearing the dreamer
On a magical tide

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to The Winter Wind

  1. kiwiskan says:

    beautiful poetry

    Like

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