Sunday, December 5, 2010

Winter Morning....A New Poem for the First Big Snow of the Season

Winter Morning
by David Ello

Winter's magic, some call tragic,
caught my breath this morning.

Sugar-crested, trees stand rested
underneath their blankets white.

Speckled, golden leaves lay hanging,
candied jewels in sweet suspension.

Were my eyes to write their sight,
days like this they'd more than mention.

But what my vision can't describe,
my heart instead will self-inscribe.

Winter wondered while I slumbered...
Woke me up this morning.