
Lawren Harris, Houses on Gerrard Street
Here it is again;
Winter’s once-white world returned,
descending on the cold, grey wings
of last season’s lingering birds,
blotting out the last vestiges
of golden Autumn with blinding-bright light.
Crystals powder winter-red berries,
dusting peaks, trees, streets,
layering the city in artful timelessness.
Steeling myself against frost’s gilded air
I step out into a fairytale
strung with coloured lights,
adorned with pale moon,
a realm that seems to have been
here all this time
waiting to re-emerge.
You make every season an amazing experience. 🙂
We are having a drippy gray snow-melting day. Come write some beautiful words about that!
Aw thanks for the vote of confidence! I’ll get right on that I promise 🙂
Lovely imagery created through your words. mmmmm!
Oh, thank you, Mary!