Evening Glow, Peder Mork Monsted (1920)
Evening Glow, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
The evening glow upon the winter snow,
A lamp that beckons me down the tree row.
Beaten snow a sign of a place to go,
Assured by people with faces aglow.
Heat of eagerness causes a quick pace,
Huffing and puffing to get to the place.
Wondering what sight my eyes shall embrace,
Will I too have that glow upon my face?
An ache in my lungs reaching the last tree.
Heart pounds of what I am about to see.
Beauty before me had no boundary,
Couldn’t be bought with any sum of money.
Virgin snow on a field big as a sea,
Reminding all what it is to be free.
Forest in Winter, Peder Mork Monsted (1915)
Forest in Winter, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
The steady horse and I were nearing home,
When she comes to heel with no touch of rein.
Warning maybe in a place so lonesome,
Or is she stricken with some sort of pain.
Questioning, placed my feet upon the ground.
Patting her softly as I walked around.
Then did become aware, nary a sound,
Giving me a feeling that was profound.
Through visible breath I cast eyes about,
While staining my ears for something to hear.
Did wonder if could be heard if I shout.
Only my echo returned to my ear.
Yet He was here, for I could feel His grace.
Nodding, gave thanks for this heavenly place.
Trees in the Snow, Viktor Olgyai (c. 1910)
Shadows in the Snow, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Gazing at the long shadows on the snow,
Hearing each and every word that we speak.
They are not willing to tell what they know,
Surely those of who are joined at our feet.
Count each and every shadow there are six,
Of opinion there is an equal mix.
The problem will not be a ready fix,
Their single solution everyone sticks.
Now the sun sits upon the distant hill,
And still a solution yet to be found.
Like winter trees all six completely still,
As their long shadows they make not a sound.
Time has now pushed the sun out of their sight,
Their distraught shadows too have taken flight.
Zima, Vojtěch Hynais (c. 1890)
Winter, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
I am Winter, of me you should not fear.
There is good reason that I am now here.
It best you listen with a quiet ear.
Is my desire to help avoid nadir.
It is now time to slow down your action.
What has passed surely cannot be undone.
The blame for your actions you cannot shun.
Prepare the way, new life must be begun.
Think very clearly, make not a mistake,
As previous year, there’ll be no retake.
Those bad habits, best for you to forsake,
A new sense of caring, you should awake.
I shall return, there be no denial.
On my next visit hope to see you smile.
In the Wild Night, Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin (n.d.)
Escape, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Frozen white covers tasty green this day,
It is the time for me to break away.
Not be my choice to spend another day,
Preferring the greens when I’m out to play.
Never a fan of Currier and Ives,
Although they graced the homes of many lives.
From white nights I’m one of the fugitives,
Preferring to avoid the negatives.
Here oh so happy in the warmth of green,
Have liberally applied my sunscreen.
Hate to speak using words so mean,
But tonight shall dine in outdoor cuisine.
Deck your every hall with boughs of holly,
Here I’ll be walking sands oh so jolly.
Wintry Landscape with Frozen Water and Figure Statues, Johann Jungblut (c. 1900)
Winters Past, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
The glittering glow of winter’s first snow,
It is that time of year of so much cheer,
When Jack Frost puts on his seasonal show,
A time when we wish our love ones be near.
Is not a time to bundle up and hide.
Lights in each window to beckon with bliss.
Come in and sit awhile by the fireside,
Search for the mistletoe to get a kiss.
Turkey and toys, memories full of joy,
Sledding and skating for all of the day.
This is what I remember as a boy,
Now I see it in a different way.
Stress from hunger and pain are in full view.
Was it the same then I just never knew?
Golden Autumn, Slobodka, Isaac Levitan (1889)
Golden Autumn, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Here I sit on the hill silent and still,
Peering off to the end with mind spawning.
Autumn, the soft wind gives its gentle chill,
Time not move this day for this I’m yearning.
Relive this year impossible I fear,
Yet many memories forever be.
No doubt this has been a wonderful year,
Having those I love so much, near to me.
The darkness of winter shall soon be here,
With many memories shant shed a tear.
Plentiful laughs and giggles fill my ear,
Held so close to my heart with much revere.
In autumn some work to collect the leaves,
For me it is time to store memories.