Realms Of Winter Poem by Gerry Legister

Winter watery foam again is flowing
With flakes of white icy fog blowing.
Darkness looms over shadowy streams,
Cascading realms in smoke and fumes.

The air was stiff with the stiffed breath,
sweeping through fields in chilling whiff
When the sky rises on its runaway feet
In warm thickets, beats a hasty retreat.

And the fog bubbles back into dreams,
Where snow and ice are the main streams,
That paints beauty over our dirty street
When death walks with snowdrop feet.

Crystal steps wakened from the deep
Where nature migrates to timeless sleep.