That magical moment
when the black and gray scene
turns snow-coated,
a confectioner’s dream.
The ground is thick with
untrammeled snow, nary
a hare, coyote, or human track
to be seen.
Evening falls. Maple branches
take on a startling beauty, as
stark branches are coated in white.
Sleet by the river falls
in clumps on the windshield,
as wet streaks stream down,
making a soft, subtle sound.
The sun sets over a snow-covered field,
the sky streaked with pink jet trails
in the afterglow,
as a sliver of crescent moon
hangs delicately above.
Three white swans in a
small vee formation
flyover striated ice on the river,
veer into a pale pink-purple cloud,
disappear, like a ghostly apparition.
Two red-tailed hawks soar
close together in circles,
bright white undersides
shimmering in the sun.
Waterfowl, native and arctic visitors,
gather at the dam to share the bounty
of nutrients in live water.
Patterns of wind-blown snow
on the ground resemble ripples
of sand at the sea’s edge.
A cemetery statue on a tall pedestal,
on pale white-green grass,
rises from a misty background.
Strews petals from her basket,
a harbinger of spring to come.
Exquisitely written, Elsa has a gift of expressing in words, poetic and or other writings that are visually appealing and seen clearly in the mind’s eye, photo is perfect as always, impeccable…..thank you, Elsa
I still have goose bumps. Your words are so magical. Thank-you for sharing your gifts. It is such a joy and privilege to surround myself with your words and photos!
They bring joy in this world of so much pain.
I love reading Elsa’s poems!
This is so beautiful! You made my day!
Elsa paints the world with the eyes of a professional artist. Her words bring to life the visuals that we so often don’t take to time to let sink in, and so it is always a joy to read her articles. It’s like stopping to smell the proverbial flowers.
As always a pleasant writing by Elsa is a joy to read. Keep up the good writings. Car’