The Winter People


This is winter’s

We’re stuck in a black and white fog
breathing thin air,

breathing in a writer’s ache
on blank sheets of white paper.

It’s a silent semaphore

that reduces
the sun to a small white stone.

It’s ice in a flame.
It’s a black and white rainbow.

And the clouds
are hanging like upside down saints,

floundering in fields,
and in-between tufts of weeds.

no longer looks for a place to settle.

The word: astrophe  Written for godoggocafe. Image is Winter Landscape by Belgian artist Leo Piron (1899-1962). Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

6 responses to “The Winter People”

  1. Awesome images! I especially like the sun being reduced to a small white stone. It’s perfect for the winter sun through fog.


    1. Thank you so much.

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  2. Oh those saintly clouds. Pray their watching over is this winter. Stellar poem, Misky.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Sunstone, flaming ice, black-and-white rainbow. You nailed this one, Misky! Salute.

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    1. Thank you, Ron. 😁


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