Wild geese pepper a grey soup sky, <br />hanging almost too thick for flight. <br /> <br />Colors only shocking by their absence <br />beg seasoning to flavor the season. <br /> <br />Trees down to twigs poke stiffly in wind. <br />Snow-swollen sticks of marshmallows, <br /> <br />they freeze far above the fire of Spring, <br />stirring and simmering deep underground.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impressions-of-winter/
