A Wintry Wind Whispers

A wintry wind whispers among bare branches

In upland fields, a gale howls through frozen hawthorn

A mad east wind storms and screams in frenzied fury

over abandoned graves and broken crosses

Sleet sweeps across Alpine pastures

In the fold the sheep bleat pitifully

Icy rain incessantly rattles a broken window

Snow falls lightly on a transformed landscape

Moonlight is filtered through a sea mist

throwing dappled light on dark waters

Waves dribble up cold, wet sand

Sea ice roars and sullenly grumbles

Horses’ hoofs ring out on icy lanes

A solitary fox barks from snowy woods

The owl hoots through frozen wastes

A wintry wind whispers among bare branches.

BIO

Sarah Das Gupta is a poet from Cambridge, UK who has taught English in India and Tanzania

as well as UK. She began writing aged 80, following a disabling accident. Her work has been

published in over twenty countries in many magazines and anthologies. She has recently been

nominated for Best of the Net and a Dwarf Star.