First Snow

It didn’t snow on Christmas Day
No jingle bells nor Santa’s sleigh
No gifts to wash my cares away
No wings to lift my feet of clay

But two days later snowflakes fell
And broke the curse of sadness spell
Its beauty coaxed me from my shell
And dowsed my flames of private hell

The bitter freeze began to break
Like shards upon the frozen lake
The icy chill of my heartache
Began to thaw and dissipate

The numbing pain of things gone wrong
In this past year will soon be gone
Upon the breeze the robins’ song
As days get longer from now on

Wayne Visser © 2005


Wishing Leaves: Favourite Nature Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together nature poems by Wayne Visser, celebrating the diversity, beauty and ever-changing moods of our planet. The anthology includes many old favourites like “I Think I Was a Tree Once” and “A Bug’s Life”, as well as brand new poems like “Monet’s Dream” and “The Environmentalist”. Then as we turned our faces to the moon / Our hands entwined, our hearts in sync, in tune / We felt the fingers of the silken breeze / And made our wishes on the falling leaves / A gust of wind set off a whispered sigh / Among the trees that leaned against the sky.  Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.