Out of Season

Out of the howling hurricane
and frozen darkness she came,
spreading her snowy robes
in queenly amplitude.

She drew close her curtains
of dense clouds
as a muster of northern lights
reared their dim lances
like icebergs piercing
a polar winter sky.

A Christmas frost gleamed lustrous
as white December whirled over June
and ice glazed ripe cherries
and drifts crushed the briar rose.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem