Prairie Poetry   
  Winter in Kansas

It’s winter in Kansas
rolling plains licked clean
by the brisk northern winds’
invisible frozen tongues.

nubbins of bare brown grass
shivering in the cold
white blanket peeled back
leaving them exposed.

Below freezing days
nights filled with bright stars
moments frozen by the season
images crisp, clear, and clean.

It’s winter in Kansas
pristine frozen beauty
like nothing I’ve ever seen.

  R D McManes
  Copyright © 2003 R D McManes
  Author Index | Biographies | Support Prairie Poetry | Month Index | Year Index | Guestbook | Home