All in White
by Kristina Woodhill
All in White
I woke today and peeked outside
And there You were all dressed in white
A sugar coating, crisp and cold
From last nights hints of frost foretold.
I bow to You, as do my plants
On go warm boots! On go warm pants!
The windmill that my man once made
Faces stillness, unafraid.
Your quiet peace will calm my soul
It stills my work, it rests my hoe
I do not mourn the loss of leaves
The birds gone south, my warm long sleeves
Yes! There You are all crisp and bright
To bid this old tired Earth goodnight.
No new attire Ill have to buy
For all I own looks great with White.
Author's Note: Happy Winter!
Posted on 12/21/2005
Copyright © 2023 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/24/05 at 12:31 AM|
::: white ::: always calms my soul and mind. I love that the windmill "faces stillness, unafraid"...I am all white-feeling inside, now, Kristina. :)
|Posted by David Hill on 08/09/06 at 11:26 PM|
Again, a strong image, with language that is fun to read. No forced rhymes here.
|Posted by Timothy Burns on 10/15/09 at 07:10 PM|
|Posted by John Stevens on 07/21/11 at 03:50 PM|
|Posted by A. Paige White on 11/06/12 at 03:50 PM|
This is truly beautiful, Kristina! My favorite line, "It stills my work, it rests my hoe" Reading this brought me the stillness and rest you were trying to convey here. Great job!