I Dream Of Winter Poem by Sheryl Deane

I DREAM OF WINTER

I dream of winter
Where the wild winds blow
And dwarf ice houses glow
While falling snow storms
Create illusion of soft embrace

The cold arctic planes
Whirl like a wedding dress
As white air becomes locked treasure
Restless, alive

Openings in mountainous icebergs
Bristle with frosty stalagmites
Adorning entrances as icey chimes hang
Catching rays of wintry sunshine
In the silent breeze of dancing rays

I dream of a white winter
Instead of winter drought
This orange baked winter
Of bare sand laid open to the hot sun
With no protection but a seeping river
To quench thirsty brown banks

Empty dams strewn with sharp stones
Ignited by the sun forged by fire
At war with the earth
While bones turned black with heat
Lie lifeless under burnt trees
Weeping ash, as hostile winds blow

I dream of winter gifts
Frozen for a time
As the promise of melting snow
Edges forward
Offering life