Winter Morn

Low in the early eastern sky,
Sun, like melted butter, spills
O’er the fields of sculpted snow,
Each depression, colors, fills.

The rhododendron hugs herself,
Green leaves pointed down and curled,
Waiting for a distant warmth,
To yawn and stretch and leaf unfurl.

Morning chorus, chickadees sing,
Do black caps keep them warm?
Sounds of the morning, sights of the season,
Another new day is born.

poem © Nancy Bond


Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

6 thoughts on “Winter Morn”

  1. What beautiful imagery in your poem! I’m so glad I linked over from Nan’s blog. I enjoyed reading Winter Morn very much. I’m off to see what else you have written! :)

  2. Hi Nancy,

    Thank you for stopping by my blog the other day.

    I love your poem and agree with Stephen. Also, the image was lovely.

    BTW, I’m a fellow Pisces :-)

  3. Nancy, you have made me fall in love with poetry all over again. Such wonderful images you conjure up with your words!

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