Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sunday Scribblings: Big Dreams

Someone took a crayon
and colored the tree limbs
white

then placed cotton batting
on all the roofs,

covered the telephone wires
with toothpaste

and dressed the sky
in a gray fleece.

I close my eyes
and see our home in Florida.

I'm sitting on the porch
writing this poem

as the rising sun washes
over my feet

and inches up my legs.
I open my eyes,

see chunks of snow
beginning to fall

from tree limbs,
put on my jacket

grab a shovel,
and start clearing a path.

14 comments:

Lilibeth said...

Ah winter! We long for the warm sun and it energizes our dreams. This is well written and really gets your idea across.

anthonynorth said...

We've just got rid of our snow, hopefully not to return this year. You captured it well.

Lucy said...

my dream too! nicely done Linda!

Stan Ski said...

Love the snow-scene description.

Alone on the Isle said...

I long for those days, eighty plus degrees here, with no snow in the forecast. Excellent piece.

oldegg said...

Even in Australia I do remember snow as you described it so many years ago in the UK. I really loved your metaphors, this was a great read.

gautami tripathy said...

You made me sit up for this..

Very vivid.

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Becca said...

Wow, this fits my mood so well - I just got back from my own home in Florida to the snow here in Michigan.

Sigh.

You have such a knack for capturing a moment and feeling. Wonderful!

Thomma Lyn said...

*grin*, I love your metaphors for snow and the snow sky! Beautifully done. :)

aspiemom said...

That is a lovely dream that you can obtain with a little saving.

I loved your descriptions of snow--it's perfect.

jaerose said...

Lovely piece...I hope you digged a path to the sun..Thanks for your visit Jae

Dee Martin said...

I am so tired of that grey fleece sky - I don't mind cold but I sure do miss sun! You painted a real picture of winter :)

Gerardine Baugh said...

What a wonderful image:
“Someone took a crayon
and colored the tree limbs
white”
From the reality of a heavy snow storm to a place of warm breezes, water and sand- back to the reality of shoveling snow.
Gerardine

Lorri said...

What a wonderful winter poem, so filled with vivid word painting.=s.

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