Poems in Winter (Final Draft)

First Snow

In just one night, the town was coated in white
The once green hills were frozen over
From every angle, bright and colourless light
A long slumber begins for life the world over

A silence so serene, yet equally foreboding
Just as the autumn leaves wilt away, so do we
The seasons each year, coming and going
We must accept Vivaldi’s augury

The passage of time waits for no man,
So live a life that only you can.

Somber Sleep

That pleasant retreat, for which my heart sings
No matter how much I might seek it, I cannot reach it
When was it that it escaped my grasp?

That vacant landscape which I frequent as of late
No glimmer of hope to be found in its Stygian sky
When was it that I drifted here?

That world has closed its doors to me
No paradise awaits my weary mind on this night
When was it that I ceased to dream?

Oh, bright sunshine!
Stay your gaze; let me rest a while longer,
For I am in search of a better place.

Untitled

Every vacant canvas waits patiently
For a daring soul to infuse it with feeling
For its emptiness to be penetrated
For emotion to permeate its every inch

With strokes swift or sluggish
With a rainbow flurry of colour
With a meaningful existence embodied
Every canvas has a story to tell

Perfection only exists in fantasy,
So quit idling; get painting!