Frozen Fantasy
By David Roth
© 24 November, 2003
Listen – can you hear it?
Winter’s frozen fantasy.
A blustery fanfare of sound
Just outside the door.
The sonorous mix of melody and harmony
As the wind whistles its merry tune.
Played with magical fingers
On strings of pine needles
Dancing feverishly in the breeze.
The pulsing brush of maple branch,
Naked reminder of autumn’s departure,
Tapping a constant rhythm
Against the side of the house
Bearing the dance along.
And the tit-a-tat of snow pellets
Rising and falling
With the ebb and flow of the gale.
A mesmerizing percussion
Keeping step with the fanfare.
Heralding the coming of winter
With a softer sound,
One you can only hear
When the wind pauses to catch its breath;
And even then you must strain to hear
The soft tinkle of each frozen crystal
At it settles to the ground,
Each singing a different note;
Each adding its voice
To the frozen fantasy of winter.
