Winter is on its way! Here’s one of my poems from last year to help get you in the mood. Right before I wrote the poem I took this photo. Enjoy!
Icy Morning
As the sun rises
frost crystals
shimmer
like holiday
twinkle lights.
Soon the sky
turns brilliant
blue, but with
a cold brisk air.
Cuyamaca Peak
is covered in
snow that will
melt unless
the brewing
storm brings
more. Company
is coming so
I toss cowhides
across the slippery
path to our door,
a welcome mat
for our beloved
precious guests.
Jill G. Hall
Previously published in The Avocet, a journal of nature poetry.
Winter 2015.
Nice one!!!
Thanks, Phil!
Wonderful!!!
Brrr. But pretty. Love the cowhides on the path.
Judy – It’s a true story. We were expecting guests and the wooden bridge to the house was covered in ice. It was very slippery so we took cowhides from the saloon and tossed them over the bridge. A possible accident avoided!