Winter’s Ghost

Photography by Kevin Hurtack 2015

Winter’s Ghost

Snow drifts like a phantom
through the hills
where forgotten creeks babble
like memories
in the back country of my mind.

Wind rumbles like a locomotive
over forlorn mountain passes
rustling the pines
which sway in time
to Winter’s ancient rhyme.

Kevin Hurtack


4 Comments Add yours

  1. shauthor says:

    Really enjoyed this poem. I could also imagine the poem as prose in a story – an excellent example of concise yet evocative description.


    1. khurtack says:

      Thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed it.


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