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:
Ah winter! We long for the warm sun and it energizes our dreams. This is well written and really gets your idea across.
We've just got rid of our snow, hopefully not to return this year. You captured it well.
my dream too! nicely done Linda!
Love the snow-scene description.
I long for those days, eighty plus degrees here, with no snow in the forecast. Excellent piece.
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.
You made me sit up for this..
Very vivid.
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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!
*grin*, I love your metaphors for snow and the snow sky! Beautifully done. :)
That is a lovely dream that you can obtain with a little saving.
I loved your descriptions of snow--it's perfect.
Lovely piece...I hope you digged a path to the sun..Thanks for your visit Jae
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 :)
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
What a wonderful winter poem, so filled with vivid word painting.=s.
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