A Wintry Mix
by Lacy D Phillips
The first snows are indecisive
and leave only a stingy dusting,
like confectioner's sugar,
overtop the scrubby browns
of an Indiana deep freeze.
I am in sympathy
with this fickle dispensation.
I, too, have spent my few reserves
on a yawing, indifferent prospect.
There is too much ground to cover.
I spread myself thinly
if only to extend my reach.
Author's Note: The second stanza of this piece insisted on being it's own entity. It has been formed into "I Become a Blizzard".
Posted on 01/18/2008
Copyright © 2022 Lacy D Phillips
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 01/18/08 at 02:40 PM|
OK, you've got me... where is the next stanza! Nice write so far!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/18/08 at 03:50 PM|
I love it. Keep going!!
|Posted by David R Spellman on 01/20/08 at 05:04 PM|
I like this just the way it is. Fine bit of writing!
|Posted by Julie Adams on 01/22/08 at 08:09 PM|
I love this piece, how intricately full of nature and still the self...a wonderful addition to your collection, and as always a pleasure to read...peace, jewels