12308719_444689382381762_3611338054229622548_nWinter 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
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.