Jill G Hall

An Icy Poem

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
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.

5 thoughts on “An Icy Poem”

    1. 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!

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