Poetry - Lynn White

  Winter’s Tale Slowly at first almost imperceptibly the days become shorter minute by minute as winter whispers   her arrival once again. Listen carefully but take care. Soon you will cover your ears   as she learns to shout. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA

  Winter Light When the winter light hits the trees the blue disappears in a spectrum of bright white and gold shooting out like a beaming star from a brilliant diamond and then fades away fades with the sinking feeling of an endgame approaching as the blue disappears   swallowed by winter dark eaten up by blackness all too soon. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA

  This Winter My red all wool balaclava masks me   so warmly this winter and hopefully my colour choice will distinguish me from the local would be bank robbers, if there are any about on this cold morning when frost crystals congeal in the wool and hang crystalline in the space left for eyes and mouth. Even those who know me best would fail to recognise me especially if everyone in town was wearing a red balaclava. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA

  As Winter Falls Willow don’t weep for me. Back in the summer I hid in the shadows of your leafy canopy. Now you have left me exposed waiting for the winter of my content   which falls every year as the lost leaves turn golden then brown with decay then white with the silence   of the first snowfall. I’m waiting for it to blanket me with light and make me smile. Willow don’t weep for me. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA

  Snowman We rolled the snow to make a jolly body to the soundtrack of your cascade of laughter. And as we did, a couple walked by, she said “hello,” like her joy was blowing bubbles. She gave us a pipe to put in his mouth, but he could blow no bubbles from it, which was a shame. But with his jaunty hat and bright scarf he mirrored her joy and your laughter as he stood on his icy dais, before both of you   melted away. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HQWMDMKP?fbclid=IwY2xjawVdflVleHRuA2FlbQIxMABwZG9mAXNydGMGYXBwX2lkEDIyMjAzOTE3ODgyMDA4OTIAAR9oJydWLOVsqt91Fxt9ijrjxoY7UTy-1WGxpVI701vh8959TcQE2IqwRmEcng_aem_5t9cnA2IQyxwX8ztOdSCeA

  Waiting, Still Waiting I’m still waiting for the revolution in thinking, in acting, in feeling, to happen. I’m still waiting for it all to collapse so we can reform reshape remake   it from the ruins. Still waiting, waiting it’s too long   to be waiting for growing, restoring, recreating rethinking and then to watch them rebuild it the same. Only the masks are new. I’ve not waited for that. No, I’ve not waited for that. https://masticadorescanada.wordpress.com/2026/11/07/world-peace-poems-day-19-of-the-peace-and-pov-women/

One Invents Obscurities One invents obscurities. Beckett said so as he waited like Godot. One asks questions with no answer knowingly as it’s better than silence but silence provokes questions. So as I wait I can answer truly that one invents obscurities. https://poetsonline.org/archive/arch_rounds.html