A Winter Poem
by jill | Jan 17, 2024 | Blog |
A Precarious Night
Whistling a warning
winter wind
whooshes down
Cuyamaca Peak,
fast as a high-speed
train. Squirrels and
rabbits huddle in
holes. Tree swing
rock and rolls.
Manzanita twigs
shake their Mexican
maracas. Giant oaks
dance the rumba.
When satin sun comes
up I don’t see horses
in paddock pasture,
worry they’ve blown
away, then discover
they were placed
safely in the barn
before the fray.
Published in The Avocet – Winter 2016
Brilliant!
Linda, Thank you!
Sweet – and comforting, as the worst winter I’ve experienced since moving to LFK drags on. Thank you, Jill.
Peggy, Stay warm!
Reading this in the snow-covered and teen-temp Berkshires has an even more ‘precarious’ feel. Thanks for sharing universal feeling winter brings to us everywhere! XX
Alan, Thank you for reading my poem and for your beautiful comment. You’ve got a way with words. Maybe you’ll join us at SDWI for a workshop.
Really nice poem, Jill. Especially sitting here in a winter freeze in Portland, OR. Thanks for these lovely words.
Dian, Cozy up!
Lovely ❤️
Carre, Thanks!
Your words draw a picture. Glad the horses were safe in the barn.
Claudia, I’m glad you saw a picture and I’m also glad the horses were safe.
Brrrrr! And finally a “satin sun.” Lovely, Jill. Your nature poems are a beautiful collection as you showed us when you read them at the First Friday event a few weeks ago. Chapbook collection? I believe so.
I hope so someday! I’d love to have a poetry book.