Winter brought its claws against the glass

and pressed its snout

frozen lips peeled back,

icicle teeth glittering,

closer to me

without clouds

of warming breath

to fog the panes.

To remind me there was still life somewhere

behind the maw…


You, in your uncovered sky

when day is shortest and night longest


and chided the Winter.

Told it: ‘hold back its claws’

and save the snarl

for darker nights

when the moon fails to rise

and the stars are too distant

to cross space in time.


These months there seems more of you,

dotted and dancing

tumbling over one another

to spell out patterns

I know I must have known once…


I can see Winter at the glass,

nose pressed against mine.



  1. Winter is probably a better time for astronomical observations, the skies are clearer, so there is scientific support for your (and mine) personal observation. I loved your personification of winter as a chilling hound, and the bewilderm ent of spelling out patterns I know I must have known once…


  2. This is wonderful…just loved it. You brought out winter’s fierceness with your personification but tamed it with your description of the beautiful stars and the role they play.
    Gayle ~


  3. This is, quite simply, STUNNING.
    This: “Winter brought its claws against the glass”
    and that “dotted and dancing.”
    This is one of those “I wish I wrote this!” poems.


  4. I could so relate to this as I always feel like winter is clawing at the glass, trying to bring its coldness inside where I am. I so much prefer summer. And where I’m from we don’t have the benefit of the brighter stars in winter because it is so often overcast. It was nice to be reminded that they are there nonetheless. Peace, Linda


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