Winter’s Magic

Winter’s Magic

By Gregory Shipman.

We sit beneath
the ice cold sky
and watch the stars
go shivering by

It’s magic time
in this land north
where ice abounds
and snows come forth

The birch trees shake
as bark they peel
while evergreens
stand in the field

The moose root deep
for wilted meals
and howling wolves
seek flesh to steal

Our cabin sits
on snowy hill
aurora’s dance
a background still

Our footsteps lead
from there to here
the prints in step
the walk endeared

As full moon crests
and bids good night
we smile and leave
for bed’s delight

tumblr_inline_n5ufpmlv7w1srt9b2.jpgA native East Baltimorean, but now a Fairbanks, Alaska resident, Gregory K. Shipman has a day job which often extends into the evening hours. His passion is writing about the steamy, noir side of life… past, present and future. He has yet to earn a dime from his scribbles but has the satisfaction of knowing it’s all non-taxable. Greg is an active member of the on-line community, Writer’s Carnival, the Community Writer’s Group of Fairbanks, and a board member of The Fairbanks Drama Association. He lives a life of hardly quiet desperation with his pet laptop and unreliable Jeep. He enjoys Jazz, Blues, Theater and the occasional diabetic coma…

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