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Tell Tale Paths of January
by Kristina Woodhill
Winter walked our back patio,
petite cat-camouflaged paw prints
displaying its passing antics,
its thickening, thickening white coat
fluffy at first glance
like a soft polar bear
before it awakens
and roars outside
our bedroom window,
as we pull covers hard over
wind weary ears
and yesterday's frost-nipped cheeks
01/04/2017 Posted on 01/04/2017
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/17 at 01:00 PM why is it, Kristina, that when you write about nature, I actually feel it, the snow, the bark, the whole kit and kaboodle of it. You have the knack and I thank you kindly for that. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/05/17 at 05:08 PM Lively capture of season, Kris. Ditto on Phlip's comment. Now safe and cosy from the brutal snow storm I walked out in yesterday to buy groceries. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/06/17 at 03:54 PM And you start another new year with such a lovely poem m'lady. |
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