John R Tarter

Dusting

It is a crisp air of january
setting quick upon the clay,
showing little imprints
in an unassuming way

with a frosty web of arctic
resting thick on everything,
the trees awash in crystal
with a prickle in the sting

frozen portals tightly sealed
behind a spangled glow,
porch swings dusted quiet
under blankets of new snow

a cloud of breath sails aloft
above each child at play,
and the majesty of winter
is on transcendent display

John R Tarter 

Comments3

  • Lawless

    A bit of snow here in Colorado today, seems like January, nicely written.

    • John R Tarter

      I saw that on Facebook, 98 deg & humid here, thanks ๐Ÿ˜Š

    • Goldfinch60

      Good write and very good imagery.

    • Mandi

      Beautiful. My favorite weatherโค. Lovely imagery/write.



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