December – Colleen Keller Breuning

At First Frost

At First Frost

Dew
frozen
on grass blades
first frost comes late
crunching under boots
sudden change of seasons
as December tumbles down
cold air clashes with bitter winds
bare branches of the maples tremble
scored and stripped of their remaining brown leaves
alabaster clouds gather overhead
signaling their steely intentions
a gentle hush comes over me
white snow speaks in silent tongues
releasing pristine flakes
and I breathe deeply
as time stands still
winter draws
ever
nigh

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2020
December 4, 2020

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 39.13 Topic: Sudden Change of Seasons
Hard Bonus (2 points): Incorporate the phrase “first frost”
Easy Bonus (1 Point): Use the name of a punk rock band (Clash)

SECRET BONUS GUESSES:

1.  White snow (in blog)
2.  Pristine flakes (in blog)
3.  Frosty the Snowman
4.  Dreaming of a white Christmas
5.  Baby it’s cold outside
6.  Bananarama
7.  Snowflakes
8.  Raspberry Beret
9.  Old Man Winter
10.  Help me, I’m Melting, I’m Melting!

Topic: Christine Pic: Rebecca R.

The Raisonneur

The Raisonneur

Ah, distinctly I remember
It was in the bleak December.
The cold north winds would not abate,
The raisonneur of my life’s fate.

Dark night gave way to morning light,
A winter wonderland of white
Perched lightly on my iron gate,
The raisonneur of my life’s fate.

She turned to me, spoke in hushed tones
Said I must kneel and weep alone.
A thousand years I lie in wait,
The raisonneur of my life’s fate.

Ah distinctly I remember
The raisonneur of my life’s fate.

Walk With Winter

Walk With Winter

Here in the wake of gentle morning hush,
shimmering sun rises in its scarlet blush,
whispering namaste in the bitter breeze
amidst the crow and bluejay’s fervent pleas.

Here in the woods, you are never alone;
nature comes alive in its welcoming home.
Squirrels bury nuts under the towering oak,
white-tails bolt as distant shots provoke.

Here the forest yields its stark winter scene,
all barren branches save for tiny evergreens.
These solitary pine trees, if they grow at all,
shall grow ever strong, ever free, ever tall.

Here is where I long to sleep, in pale moonlight
beneath snowy blanket on long December nights.
Walk with winter, let broken hearts become whole,
with peace and serenity to ease your weary soul.

Colleen Keller Breuning
December 18, 2014