out the window last night 2

[misterpoet]

small ice cycles hang from pine tree needles
after the long nights storm.
ice formed a layer on even a few puddles.

clouds fill the sky to the end of the horizon;
they began to take shape and conform:
thick smoky gray; the trees created an omen.

the birds seem quieter,
though i imagine they’re ice-cold
praying in front of their alter.

i turn my heat up to build a stronger barrier
to defend me from the brutal snow, which doesn’t withhold;
it fights through with a force of one-thousand horsepower.

[kath]

brill, very atmospheric I particularly like the stanza with 'trees form an omen'

[wulfcwen]

It makes you feel cold as you read it. The world gripped in the throws of winter very topical as we are all feeling the cold today.

[kath]

Brrrr it's not warm out! Excellent poem Mr.P, it had more of a rhyme thing going on than yours normally do, not that that's good or bad just a change

[misterpoet]

thanks both of you. glad you liked it!