Winter Gauze
We saw winter come dressed in gauze,
Sheer transparent white
Dancing and swirling;
Dressing fields, roofs, cars and plants
in wondrous coats,
Dress designers drop their tools.
Give up.
Sun rises higher in the sky
warming, smiling, revealing.
Cars don’t look so pretty now.
Only nature shines in many hues.
A plant pot catches my eyes
as it displays,
Little fir tree in spring green
lit from within
Surrounded by flowers so glowing
in sheer gold, burnished gold,
deep purple heather for show.
The sky exhilaratingly blue
after many grey and sad looking days.
My heart sings with the birds
as I finish Sunday breakfast
conversing with you.
©miriam ivarson
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