Winter Dream

October 12, 2011



the kids are bundled up against the cold.

Huddled around the pond

in the middle of the frozen gold.

Squeals and screams slash at the air

steel not quite bursting in ice

but in their dreams

they’re playing in the Gardens.


Toboggans are waxed

crisscrossing the slopes.

A hillarious scattering

of rifts from rafts

even the hillside looks chapped.


At the edge of the hill

an old dog signs his autograph inside of a cloud

while his partner

a frozen squirt in red

running from the nose

tries to uncover

what goes on behind the snow.

One Response to “Winter Dream”

  1. Beautiful and mysterious poem. Thanks for enriching my imagination.

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