A wintry omen

Snowflakes drift, gently
Lilting through the crisp thin air
The sight seems suddenly
Terrifying as im gripped with fright
From whence I know not.

Only that it seems I can hear
Screams, frozen, which seem as if to shatter
The fragile web of peace which lays
A thin skein of ice over the horizon
A steady murmer of discontent
Stifled by the idle weight of snow.

My feet fall with muffled cracks
As I sift through time with thought
Searching, as if by careful eyes I might find
The memory of that which was wrought
So clearly filled with violence, here.
But if blood here once lay, then tis no more;
Else its agony I would've felt, surely as my own.

Alas! My senses have pulled a terrible trick
Else my mind itself has duped;
For it was my own demise I read
So clearly in this wintry land.
A crack resounds; a wet thump of my chest.
Blood, at once, to gush
Out staining this place with my life.
Yet I feel no bitterness; my heart is clear of strife

a reply to: LucidWarrior

Nice imagery, well done.

I have a hard time connecting with lots of poetry but you had me at the first line.

Cheers.

Magnificent! I love good poetry, and this certainly falls into that category. Kind of want to transcribe it and post it over my desk til Spring...

Wow- thanks to both of you for the delightful praise!

Glad I was able to connect this one for ya, DoE!
Ian; I'm humbled at your praise but doubt my poem was That good xD

a reply to: LucidWarrior

Whenever I come across a poem or story of yours, I am dazzled by the imagery, eloquence and talent of your chosen medium to express emotions and imagination. As always, __The Elf from the deep forest and your number one fan.

Ooops, wrong thread. Sorry! I have different windows open here.