Winter’s Song

At night

her symphony

is gathered


sleeping frozen

river tides,

ice cracking

precise rhythm

skipping within

the last calls

of stars fading light.


By daybreaks rise

her lyrical ritornelle

crashes in with

cymbals of light

stirring up

spring feathers

chirping among

bare tree limbs


sinking toward

winters thawing roots.


Poem by – L.E. Stone

Photo by Lisa Fotios