Mists
of wintry white
curl
like smoke in the mountains,
hide
the wolves of old.
Ice
blows a blanket,
protects
the silent sleeping
bears
that birth tonight.
A
moonlight whisper,
streaks
of cloud fingers twisting.
Silver
stars glisten.
In
white snow-lain fields
leaps
the majestic dance of
the
Japanese crane.
Paw
prints in the snow –
Whiskers
watches from the wall,
white
envelops all.
He
watches the sky;
dark
opens up with twinkling
silver
– how it shines.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 2012
In the YouTube series of me reciting my poems, here I am reading out these ones. The video goes live at 6pm UK time. Thanks to Graham Fraser for organising this YouTube series. Cheers :)
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