Sunday, January 13, 2019

Transformation of White/poets united poets pantry -- the sunday whirl

Transformation of White

My world, as far as I can see
Dressed in winter white
Snow covered
Long icicles hang from down spouts

The wind wails no more
All is quiet
The storm over
Neither rain nor snow expected

Yesterday, I saw your footprints 
In the snow
You, a large white dog
I called your name

You stood your ground
I could not see your movements
And yet you disappeared
Into a white world

The roads glazed with ice
Travel on wheels dangerous
Winter a time of transformed beauty
Tomorrow will depend on the sun's warmth 

January 13, 2019

16 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh I hope the white dog visits you again. Your desert must be beautiful under snow. Here we have sunshine and it is warm as a spring day. We are not having winter this year, apparently, other than big waves. Off to find some today!

Gillena Cox said...

Warm wishes.luv your winter wonderland write

Much☺love

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

What a great picture of a surprise meeting on a cold winter's day.

Vicki said...

This wonderland sounds beautiful.

Helen said...

Your winter is exquisitely rendered ....

Colleen Looseleaf said...

We are all pioneering explorers in the snow! I was walking with you.

Magaly Guerrero said...

Love the last line, and love it so much. Today might shape tomorrow, but tomorrow will still depend on itself.

grapeling said...

Luminously rendered ~

Colonialist said...

The white dog is a pleasant whimsy, worth dwelling on for the various possible interpretations that arise.

Mary said...

I love the appearance of the white dog. Reality? A vision? Who knows! But it was definitely a sight to behold in the storm!

ZQ said...

A well written argument that tell's us "to wake up!"
ZQ

Wendy Bourke said...

Wonderfully rendered - and that last line leaves behind a plethora of nuanced echoes, in its wake. Lovely!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A poem to stir the imagination, for sure! I am very happy to be in a position to only imagine snow, as I hate the cold, yet you show me it has its own beauty – and oh yes, I too am enthralled by the idea of that magnificent dog.

Thotpurge said...

Love that last line... !!!

Sumana Roy said...

The image of the large white dog disappearing "Into a white world" is so captivating and poignant almost like a sweet reverie being snapped....Beautiful.

purplepeninportland.com said...

Love the description if this white wonderland. Hope the dog reappears.

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