Winter Rain

The winter winds sing
To the teardrops of rain
That cling to barren limbs

Frozen boughs
In cloaks of ice
Whisper their displeasure

Darkness descends
Through solemn hours
Life suspended, waiting

A new sun smiles
Crystals dance like gypsies
The beauty of God’s hand

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Winter Rain

  1. scifihammy says:

    Beautifully written. 🙂 Your poem really brings those winter rains to life for me – as I sit here absolutely sweltering in mid-summer heat! Thank you. 😀


  2. quiall says:

    Today I am waiting for the sun! Maybe tomorrow . . .


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