Winter Smile

Snow Sky
           Winter Smile
 
Snowstorm armageddon ah I truly miss yes
Arms wrap around me morn opened my eyes
Stalactite icicles hang outside the window
The pine trees bent laden with heavy snow
My neighbor’s roof a foot of snow quite clear
A virgin snowscape waits for snow angels rear
 
Your God’s little acre world now lie
Deep in white powder earth and sky
As far beyond the sheen horizon you can see
Bare bushes cardinals bluebirds shelter in glee
The red and the blue against soft white field
Colors that somehow envelope you cozily’d
And you get back to bed self cuddled warm
And dig in to sleep until past dinner charm
 
Reality sets in the smile in the mirror faded gone
The back breaking winter task a neighbor began
Casual pretense you walked out with a shovel said hello
All day next couple of days dig snow till brown earth shows
 
You wish for a hot mug of a favorite java roast
You wish for the fragrance of fresh breeze coast
The technicolor spectrum of ground spreading
Wild flowers on the wide valley bosom hugging
The song birds and vibrant filmy gossamer wings
Flirting with the snow creek flute ripple murmurings
You sip your coffee continue shoveling winter’s hazard
By chance look up a familiar sky cloud cold grey clad
A snow sky seen a day before you let out a wry smile cry
Gulped more coffee burped curved a wave to neighbor bye
 
That’s how I love and yes miss the snowstorm
None in fairy paradise south California realm
 
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(c)NDR11.5.2020
Photo: ndr  Tobacco Trail in Durham-our backyard after a snowstorm

Inspired by Poet Vic Evora’s winter poems.

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Robert L. Martin
3 months

Hi Nelson.
I miss the Pacific Ocean, the rolling lines of steel that charge the sands, then roll back into the calm again, Neptunian monsters that shrink down to a dwarf.
But I also love to look at the snow storms from my apartment window.

Nelson D Reyes
Nelson D Reyes
3 months

You’re right, the ocean and the sky are two formidable
sources of the good, bad and ugly from Mother Nature. Usually in that order. Trickle snow to moderate to snowstorm. Calm wave in the deep waters to moderate to tsunamis. And they both feather out to foams on the shores, to drips into drains and low lands back to the ocean and repeat.

Go with the flow is all we can do but anticipate the ugly.

Thanks Robert.

Robert L. Martin
Robert L. Martin
3 months

@Nelson: Wow, what metaphors, especially the feathering out to foams. Can I steal (I-I mean borrow it?)

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