Shallow tide
hollow sand
displace the balance
of Winter’s stand.
© Brenda Aksionov 2021
Shallow tide
hollow sand
displace the balance
of Winter’s stand.
© Brenda Aksionov 2021
Forest clings
to the edge
of a track
jostling to feel
the sun warming
their backs
before losing
their leaves to
the gelid attack
of winter.
© Brenda Aksionov 2018
Summer slurs
into fall’s promise
of a deep sleep
under winter’s blanket
until spring
awakens
freshly groomed and
colourfully steeped.
© Brenda Aksionov 2018
Winter chill
offers little respite
something in the air
makes the forest come to life
nocturnal animals
transform the night
while the moon sings
in shadows bright
her soothing lullaby
soon reunites
us all with our
ancestors dreams.
© Brenda Aksionov 2018
Deceptively cold shadows
a step behind the sun
chilling each move
in a fleeting hunt
to catch you unawares
is Winter’s fun
a masterpiece in season
just begun.
© Brenda Aksionov 2018
Winter smoke
soaks the air
woody perfume
scents the glare
as cold sunlight
dimly snares
tainted shadows.
© Brenda Aksionov 2018