02 Saturday Jan 2016
Night’s darkening depths of cold
suspend iced stalactites like roof fringe,
vertical beds of melting snow
awaiting tomorrow’s frosty thaw
when the crystalized tapers will drip to life
under the glowing spotlight of sun,
dancing as they reach the ground,
pooling together for midday fun.
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09 Monday Dec 2013
Buried beneath tools
in a cluttered garage,
lies a childhood sled,
hidden from view.
Twenty-five years since
it was actively used,
our lively five-year-old
set on having fun.
Today the same sled
saw the light of day,
as I tugged and drug
it from beyond its lair.
Our five-year-old grandson,
set on having fun, sledded
the snowed hill our
daughter had done.
Hard to imagine
in a techno world,
an old-fashioned toy
would be more fun!
05 Thursday Dec 2013
in the spring,
allowed me to listen to chirping baby birds;
in the summer,
surrounded me in bursts of happy colors;
in the fall,
enriched me with golden splendor.
Yet, in the winter,
I choose not to sit in its beauty
but to enjoy it from afar.
The cold, white fluff, gently laid
while I sleep, is a scene
I don’t have the heart to disturb.
It’s purity soon enough is breached
as it transforms beneath the sun,
but I’ll enjoy the untouched wonder
for as long as I possibly can.
04 Wednesday Dec 2013
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24 Sunday Nov 2013
Tags
indecision, love, Nature, poems, Poetry, relationship, snow, Winter
Sparse fresh snow covers
spikes of latent green seeds,
undecided if it will
stay and nourish the
budding relationship or
if it will evaporate
into thin air, leaving
the seeds to wither
and disappear,
futures unknown.
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02 Saturday Nov 2013
Posted in Nature
They are predicting snow for next week. Brrrr!
Batting for Winter
Batten the hatches.
Bed down the plants.
Weather’s changing,
No time to waste.
Winds from the north,
A definite sign.
Snow’s on it’s way,
I can feel the chill.
Find warmer clothes.
Turn on the furnace.
We’re in for a change;
One I just can’t embrace.
I don’t like cold weather
Nor shoveling of snow,
It seeps in my bones
and freezes my toes.
It’s not of my choosing,
but come if it must;
I’ll gladly partake of
the slow winter’s pace.
Phyllis Moorman 