Vivaldi and Winter

Vivaldi the Master
a beautiful person
L’inverno the winter
its coldness apparent
snow lined the shadows
the sweep of the silent
encrusted with frost stars
and sculptures beyond
the drama kicked one
on the path to each summit
the sky such a blue
where wanderers fond
of kicking up snow
and feeling the blast
blinded by sunshine
that won’t warm us fast
Vivaldi the master
of all our emotion
describes with his music
a sensual notion
a rhapsodic potion
a softening lotion
out on location
Winters relation
with Robins and snow drops
and icicles hanging
all fluttering feathery
images being
he was all seeing
of Winter
the seasons
Dear, Vivaldi