NOVEMBER SKY

by

Amy Howard Los

The Harvest moon spilled molten gold
Across the ocean's roar.
Stilling not the pounding
On the shelving, sandy shore.
Far out upon the glowing path of light,
A lonely trawler crossed;
Transfixed a moment on the night.

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ON VIEWING A SNOWFIELD

by

Amy Howard Los

Spring's not just a season,
'Tis a state of mind as well.
Hope released unto the heart,
Deep within the soul doth dwell.
The dormant urge of nature,
Entrapped by Winter's frost,
Grows restless for a rendezvous
With daffodils, by zephers gently tossed.

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LIGHT SNOWFALL

by

Amy Howard Los

Mother Nature threw a white cloth
Over my deck one day.
Small bird feet turned it into lace.

Seed cast upon it
Made a banquet,
And they feasted at the Lord's table.

The Master Etcher crystallized
The bare branches,
Bearded the stately pines,
Turned the wild grasses into sea foam.
Gracing the stark winter ground
With a touch of magic.

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THE CAPTIVE

by

Amy Howard Los

Cold North Wind took me prisoner,
Reminding me 'twas time to go below.
No more to feel the waning wamth
Of winter sunshine.
Each day found me deeper
Into my earthen gaol;
Detained as Frost,
Guest of Mother Nature,
Until the urge of Spring
Should bestir us both.
All was planned for my escape,
I had not reckoned on delay;
But winter dallied so.
An indecisive sun kept toying with the snow.
One day of melt, one day of freeze.
I sighed impatiently 'neath transparent shields of ice.
A clear blue sky above taunted me,
Until one day a soft wind rippled
Across the pool I made.
No longer frozen, I could wander as I pleased.

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MIDNIGHT WATCH

by

Amy Howard Los

The shadows of oak trees
Perform a ballet
Upon the moon-lit snow.
Conifers gracefully dip and sway
With their burden of stiff white lace.
Icy winds whistle through the branches
And rattle the shutters.
I am snug and dry;
But where do small birds go
To shelter from the whiplash
Of winter's temperament?
They can't go far.
Early light brings twitterings
Undaunted by night's bitterness.
A joyous sound dispels doubts
The sun will soon appear,
Warming the air and giving hope
That Spring is just beyond
Their wing-tips.

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ADIEU TO MARCH

by

Amy Howard Los

Nature's tears coursed down
The dust streaked cheek
Of the window pane.
Bare trees etched against
The leaden sky.
Deep frost of winter
Stays release of vitality.
'Til warm suns of Spring
Reach down to set life free.
To give our hearts a lift
Leaving behind the chill,
Harsh blowing winds,
To greet hope renewed.
The swelling bud of crocus
Removes the sting
Of tolerated winter.

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