I wait for the cool
Long for long sleeves
Dream of fireplace scene
As I write my poetry
Read my book
Spread the afghan over my knees
As I knit it.
Excitement is a snow flake
Learning about hoar frost
Snow storms, sleet, and black ice
The northerners talk
Of furnace and snow blowers
Snow rakes and de-icers
I think of the beauty
In my pious ways
The environs of this
Mystical land
That I don’t have to
Walk and live in
I worship from afar.
2 comments:
I like your winter worship poem. I remember when we learned about hoarfrost.
I too like your winter poem...you are lucky you can worship the 'mystical land' of snowstorms and furnaces from afar! LOL
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