2014 Poets Seat Poetry Contest: “Winter” by A.J. Wilson
All through the whispering night
flakes of the purest white
fall down from the dark sky
and drift across the wind’s hissing cry
like words in the loveliest song.
The air, a biting serpent
on the flesh that many may resent
slicing through the warmth of homes
cutting across gardens of gnomes
this serpent stretches long.
Through to morning the weather rules
and into pure daylight this king cools
anything he touches with his fingers of ice
creeping across a place once nice
the grip of this king is strong.
Absolute frost coats the land
although this behavior is never truly planned
predictions are made, but never rock solid
until it is seen what is valid
always never right, but never wrong.
It is never over until tendrils of green
stretch from the earth like fingers unseen
reaching up for a flash of warm air
where new leaves swish like hair
and with that, winter ends like a song.
Young poet, top two 12- to 14-year-olds