How Sleeps the World

How sleeps the world
in winter’s solemn slumber
cloaked in icy white blankets
of embroidered frost.
Echoes of autumn’s song
still stirring the clouded sky.
Spring’s swelling crescendo
rehearsing her grand entrance.
Summer but a distant apparition,
an island of sweet embraces.
And underneath are roused roots
wispy curling fingers
reaching,
rolling,
seizing,
straining
through stone and sand,
gripping tight to earth’s shroud.
Listen to wind whispers
softly dancing across windows
and wintry walkways,
shyly sighing,
speaking
in dreams of
dancing daylight.
Glimpse the soft sun’s caress
to awaken the day
with winter’s wonderland.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

well done...a masterful poem says i! loved every bit and bite of it ... up North the winter has been so very long ......... this is the poem everyone experiencing Winter's long, ice locked, grip, needs ...not even a hint of ...oh maybe could change this or that ...fine read for me ..and absolutely love the pic ..a top hatted dark "Jonny Depp" type .. with the ravens ... so cool! ;)
E.

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, so thankful you came back here, my friend. Thank you for your encouraging words. Wanting spring so much... I know it's been really bad up your way. Glad you like the pic too. I totally agree with your description of it! :)

[Einstein Noodle]

i moved from the Northern Snow Places .. am retired and living in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas now ;)

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, I know those Ozark mountains so well. Hope you're enjoying! :)

[John the Baptist]

Nice images paint an accurate picture of the way winter presents. It seems like a shroud, but beneath the surface life is thriving, ready to rise with the oncoming spring. A very nice contemplation here.

[An owl on the moon]

Your eyes saw it so clearly. Oh, thank you for reading. Yes, spring waits under the cold, snowy soil, waits to rise again.