Winter In Poetry
I’d like to live uncomplicated
Like the branch beyond my window
〜
When the wind blows
It sways
This is a selection of a few pieces I enjoyed working on the most during winter 2024-2025, and that didn’t find their way into any posts. Many thanks to my encouraging friend, Emily Hancock from St Brigid Press, for always being available to review my work and recently even helping me refine another piece that is currently in progress.
snowless morning
worries of losing a friend
wake me up
a flock of pigeons endlessly
circles the church tower
twilight grasses
each of them sways
in its own rhythm
lost in the clouds
I study poems of old masters
cold hands 〜
at least the heater’s hum
brings the idea of warmth
a winter glove
hanging on the branch 〜
hermit’s high-five
fresh snow 〜
the first time it touches
this year’s graves
If you ask me
what’s a perfect day?
After a bright winter walk
a package arrives 〜
poetry from a friend
What a pity
I can’t see the moon anymore!
A turn in the frosty trail