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Winter covered the naked trees
in cotton candy dresses,
camouflaged the earth in powder puffs,
dotted silent sky with wisps of tinsel
spread by shy wind whispers
from the mouths of shadowy white hares
hesitant to paw for green grass tendrils
lest they disturb the silent scene.
© by Peter A. Witt.
Used with the author's permission.
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Peter A. Witt is a retired university professor who lives in Texas. An active birder and photographer, he has published two volumes of poetry and a family history (Texas A&M Press). Peter's poetry deals with personal experiences, both real and imagined; his work has appeared in a variety of venues.
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