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January Afternoon
by Kristina Woodhillsaucer 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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