Winter glass

Up the arduous sky
The wind made powder
of tinted clouds
Whose dreams of winter
endure too long
in the realm.

Cold has gone cool
with wings of white doves
the thin brisk air
to keep snowdust
at bay.















Art by Phillip Koch.

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective,,, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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17 comments on “Winter glass
  1. yassy says:

    Beautiful verse Lulia.


  2. I love the imagery in your poetry and the beautiful word choices. This is beautiful 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. chevvy8 says:

    I love the way you write beautiful. Pleasure to meet you Lulia! 😀 Chevvy

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Tanveer Rauf says:

    simply beautiful 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Nancy J says:

    Thank you for the follow. It gave me the opportunity to follow your blog. The poem is a lovely piece of poetic beauty.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. […] by icycles blown away by a malevolent giant. My fingers and face went numb. I still retain a bit of winter glass in my eyes. Nevertheless in the cold I find clarity and […]


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