winter - Blackout Poetry Notes

Tender Winter

Another night
the snow falling,
the gentle flakes banking
on the street.
The sky, a place of
tender winter.

Aimlessly walk
the winter street
on a coldwind night
in Edinburgh.

Walking along snow and sidewalks,
over the river and
gurgling black pools,
I hushed and walk.

The snow began to drive thickly,
I, without coat
appeared in the yard
at length in the radiance
of rough weather.
I stared at my beautiful hostess.

I love winter,
the pools of ice and snowy meadow.

Jack Frost
raging
cold and wet
left her shivering in misery.

A velvet darkness of winter
and the swarming snow particles
vaporing off in distance.
My little paradise.