Fragments of Winter's Heart--By Emile Pinet--Canada

Fragments of Winter's Heart

Her icy breath blows snowy swirls,
etching landscapes in abstract curls.
Sculpted spirals form frozen art,
frosty fragments of Winter’s heart.

Fine feathery flakes dusted white,
fall from heaven this snowy night.
And icicles, like fragile glass,
share a beauty that’s doomed to pass.

Ebony dominates blue sky,
yet cerise clouds will not comply.
And a red sun lends ice its fire,
as its flickering flames expire.

A crunchy crust of sparkling snow,
loses diamond’s twinkling glow.
For gleaming gems of fractured light,
vanish, with the approach of night.

Swaying silhouettes creak and crack,
as shifting shadows stretch in black.
And as skittish stars take their place,
a gilded moon beams down from space.

Emile Pinet was born in a small city, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada, the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. He is the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a physically abusive and controlling father, versus a loving, nurturing mother. Many of his poems reflect the uniqueness of nature, which he loves, and his poetic observations of life in general. Emile is 66 years old and has been writing poems since he was about 35.   The ideas started to come to him rapidly one day at work-- he decided to write them down and express himself through his poetry.