(I wrote this last February, never posted it…what’s wrong with me?)
The clothes dryer’s heat vapor blows up in tendrils
puffing over the porch
crystallized snowflakes float down behind the white puffs
I’m inside drinking hot dark cocoa
Tag: Snow
Positive Thinking Must Be Based on Truth
Black cat feels positive in his
invisibility, crouched on the white
snow, eyeballing sparrows and
occasional cardinals, but what he believes,
positive or not, crouches light-years from
the truth
and the birds chuckle, eating, ready to fly
TR
Late Evening Snow Fall
At the great big window in the wall
Where I watch loads of snowflakes fall
And stay entranced at their enthrall
While in my jammies, standing tall
Oblivious to the fact that all
Outside can see my nighties…ah!
There, I rhymed.
TR
The Field of a Hundred Sparrows and Two Cats
Between the house
and a farmer’s several silo’s and monstrous see-through hay barn
Unused last year
weeds had a field day growing tall, strong, interspecies unprejudiced
Now a foot of snow
flattens or bows most of the weeds, bringing their seeds earthward and
a hundred sparrows
daily dine on the seeds after dawn and before dusk, hanging on the stems
sliding in the snow
flitting here and there in groups, singly, constantly keeping eyes out
for two black cats
living under the porch that crash the birds’ dining, hoping to glean their own
stray little delicacies
TR
Marshmallows and Cupcakes
“Look, giant cupcakes!” announced the Husband looking to the left at two huge dark evergreen bushes cut cupcake-shaped with a thick layer of white snow-icing decorating their large tops
Later
“Get a load of those huge marshmallows!” said the Husband looking to the left at long rows of large white plastic wrapped rolled hay bales appearing like nothing more than monster-sized edible marshmallows
Apparently, it was one of those food-on-the-mind-days for the Husband
TR
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