Winter’s Near Decline… by Toni L.A. Cross

 

A chill runs down my spine

Blue and white combine

The ice is crystal fine

In a melting line

Hanging from a pine

I take it as a sign

Of winter’s near decline

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crows in winter… by Toni Cross

 

raspy cawing voice of crows
calling to their ancient foes
of snow and ice and wind that blows
bitter steely sound grows and grows
nipping through wool socks to toes

Winter Taunt… by Toni L.A. Cross

Bite me

Nip me

Atop this shiny runner sleigh

Chase me

Race me

Let your wild wind bay

Scratch me

Catch me

Have your bitter frosty way

Taunt me

Scold me

I’m safe here at my doorway

Winter Maiden by Toni L.A. Cross

Image by Oregon State University Archives via Flickr

The winter maiden stretches

After her long sleep

Before her icy breath

Thin blades of grass

Bend and curl colorless

Chill creeps slowly

Scaling window panes

With frosty fingertips

Dissolving into flurries

And coating stiffened earth

With crystal diamonds

And all becomes her domain

And everywhere she has her way

sunlight… By Toni L.A. Cross

sunlight sunbright

sweet sweet sweet sight

always day and never night

against the frigid we shall fight

no more hopeless winter plight

in these shining beams delight!