Michellia Wilson
Poetry Half Marathon Hour 6 (2021)

 

The Bitter Beauty of Winter

The pond is frozen over,
with snow covering it’s surface.
The beauty of winter comes
with a price.
The fish are moving slowly
beneath the sheet of ice –
the squirrels are hiding someplace –
feeding on their summer stash,
and then there are the birds –
hungry, trying to find something to eat
as they peck through the cold crystals.
The pristine blanket –
shrinking my pupils in it’s brightness;
this is the epitome of winter in all her glory.