- D. Ellsworth
Thinking about snowtime
I grew up in the wintery regions of Michigan. Since I now live in Arizona this is only memory. But here is some of my thoughts on winter.
Wintertide
Jack Frost painted lacework
on the boughs of trees
and froze dew drops
crystalline on grassy leas.
Mother Nature soon arrived,
Rubenesque of girth
and spread her snowy robe
across the sleeping earth
Then the couple danced a turn
on every lake and stream
leaving a glassy surface
a perfect skater's dream.
Father Christmas entered
quite portly and jolly
white beard, red suit,
jingle bells, and holly.
But winter gets weary
when it gets old
and short days are filled
with bluster and cold.
In every house
the air is moist and full
with the odor
of snow wetted wool.
The days lengthen,
but ever so slowly,
as winter holds on
with a grip that's unholy.
Just about when you think
you're about to break
spring comes a traipsing
all garish and rake.
Read this rhyme
as often as you please
when trouble like the snow
is up to your knees.
Glittering promises
can gutter aft the swell
and leave empty coldness,
a special type of hell.
Just remember the dark days
are the herald of spring
and tune up your vocal cords
sweet hosannas to sing.
And from my time in Seattle area this:
Muddy Shoes
I know it is winter
by the footwear that's in view
and I mutter a small curse
only springtime can undo.
Winter in the Northwest,
rain mist in the air
on the streets I see
muddy shoes everywhere.
Happy reading and a wonderful Holiday Season to all. Will continue to blog next year. May even get a few more in this year, but no promise. Peace.