The recent snow storm in our part of Kansas reminded me of a poem I tried to write several years ago. I’m not satisfied with my results, so if anyone has suggestions, I’m open for comments. I think my feelings of the winter beauty is there but I don’t like the word breeze. It doesn’t come close to describing our winter winds, but it seemed to fit the space besides I never claimed to be a poet. Gail
Ice Storm
Winter bequeathed its glittering jewels
Upon the resistant prairie land.
Tree tops and bushes were ruled
By a cold and frigid hand.
The prairie glistened in a gleaming mass
And with every movement of the breeze
Stately stalks of Bluestem grass
Shattered into icy shards with ease.