Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Family Vacation

It’s not the lazy days of summer,
     wisps of clouds in the bluest sky.

Not the new breathe of spring, or
     fragrant air charged with romance.

Not the rustle, the crisp feel of fall,
     with color teasing our senses.

It’s the cold deadness of winter we seek,
     where we hope for the beauty of snow.

4 comments:

Hyde Park Poetry Palace said...

well defined phrases.
enjoyed your point of view here.

Kay said...

Fascinating view pointing toward winter's dress of white. I liked this very much. Thank you!

Olivia said...

Oh wow! I love winters n snow! India, it doesn't snow though.. :(

Hugs xx

Jan Freeman said...

Wonderfully worded :-)