Winter Poem & Monday Fortune Cookie

Monday Fortune Cookie

 

 

Change your thoughts and you change the world.

SNARKY RESPONSE:  Buh wah ha hahaha!

 

So, how do you like the new digs for Golinowski’s Gambol? Snazzy, huh? Just trying to move with the times, don’t ya’ know!

In honor of Winter’s departure, I thought I’d post a Winter Poem I wrote from a writing prompt. The prompt was to write about the sound of winter and when I peeked at the other writing, it seemed most talked about the silence of winter. Being my contrary self, I decided to take the opposing viewpoint and this is what I came up with.

 

Wintry Lattice

 

Winter is everything except silent.
Clear away summer’s exuberant song and reveal
the subtle underscore of life less full.
Overhead, limbs, leaf-free, liberated,
creak and click with each brush of wind.
Breath becomes part of the soundscape
above footsteps audible on frost-stiffened grass
or salt-strewn paths.
Brittle cracks of ice, soft drops of melt,
hushed fall of snow.
Water in winter shifts form and texture,
each with its own unique soundtrack.
Birdcalls split the air with sharp edges,
winter flight a soft whoosh of wings through air.
Solitary flight sounds as clear as summer’s flock
amplified by absence, fuller in empty skies.
Soft, hard. Loud, soft.
Winter is everything except silent.

 

What do you hear in the silence of winter?