‘Tis the merry month of May and yet the buds do hide
The ground is soft and mushy brown
In places where the wintry blanket’s thrown
The trees stretch out their knobby hands
The fingertips bulging waiting wanting to bloom
The sun only teasing winking peeking behind the gloom
As the trees stretch out their knobby hands
Waiting to bud in this merry month of May
My balcony blooming while snow still lies on the ground in May, ©Cindy Lapeña 2015
©Cindy Lapeña 2015
can’t see the fine rain
but the tree branches are getting whiter
by the minute collecting ice
on every twig and bough
it’s not so much a snow day
as it is an ice day
with the frosty breath
of winter freezing the spittle of march
on everything it touches.
Sung to the tune of “On a clear day”
On a snow day
Rise and look around you
And you’ll see snow up your window
On a snow day
How it will astound you
That the snowfall through the evening
Lasted all night till the morning
You’ll feel part of every snowflake and snowdrift
You can hear
From far and near
All the wind gusts you’ve never heard before…
‘Cause on a snow day…On a snow day…
It’s all white forever…
And ever…
And ever…
And ever more. . .
green winter giants
arms reach out in silent plea
weighed down with wet snow.
Cindy 2013
i
white snow-laden trees
outlined by shadowy bark
winter once again.
ii
green winter giants
arms reach out in silent plea
weighed down with wet snow.
is it winter?
snowflake shower falling
here and there
in random fashion blowing
hither and thither
not knowing
is it winter
yet or stalling?
Cindy Lapeña: Creativity Unlimited 