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January Afternoon

by Kristina Woodhill

saucer piled high
tired tea bags

jasmine scent adrift
seeking summer warmth

spoon idly forms
sweet agave swirls

liquid heat
sip and swish

all she smells is cold
all she feels contracts

white burial grounds
outside every window glazing

raised gardening beds
engorged with snow

old picnic bench
long cone head perching

buster the dog can't even climb
our adjoining fence

snow
a stepping stone won't make

beyond
gentle flakes caress
long cherry limbs

frigid kisses blow past
seeking single snowman

must come with sturdy shovel
must harbor warm heart

spring flings could melt
this tightly blocked up
igloo

01/08/2017

Author's Note: -22 last night, winter 2017 is here to stay

Posted on 01/08/2017
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by John Herzog on 01/08/17 at 01:49 AM

I am in awe. There is a stark but simple beauty to winter, and you've captured that elegantly.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/09/17 at 03:16 AM

Lively description, Kristina. lol Are you sure you don't live down the street from me? :)

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/09/17 at 04:52 PM

I am felled. I have become an horizon. The language herein leaves no one standing, who could read.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/31/17 at 09:41 AM

Congratulations, Kristina, on POTD.

Posted by George Hoerner on 03/10/17 at 09:46 PM

See that and as quick as it came it left. Now Spring will go and summer will be too hot.....

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