Friday, February 5, 2021

A Wild Winter Morning Poem

 

This morning the world is wild and wooly!!



Today dawn does not slip her feet into slippers, soft-misted gold 
She roars across the eastern ridge and shakes a snowflake-frenzied wold 
And bids us bundle up to brave her biting notoriety 
Or keep home-sweet-home fires stoked, and kettles readied to pour tea 

This morning mettle meets with might of swirling, seething, white-star storm 
It seems the east released a wild beast of fury in finest form 
She seizes tree-tops, eaves and sashes, shaking earth with howling rage 
While blazing trails of sweet nostalgia through the smiles/isles of middle-age 

Gone is the crystal gallery showcasing Jack Frost’s feather-strokes 
Where we all stood agog and gazed with amazed hearts caught in our throats 
Now parkas, mitts, scarves, hats and boots put on their puffy fashion-show 
As bundled ‘models’ trundle, shovel, forge their way through drifts of snow 

Good Morning, Old Man Winter, making your boreal presence known 
As cold and cozy duel in a boxing ring of skin and bone 
As we become more thankful for the four walls, we call home sweet home 
And cherish joys like buttered toast, a cup of tea, a winter poem 

© Janet Martin 

Is it tomorrow now? asked little Girl
Yes! I said. It is yesterday's tomorrow!


Yesterday seemed to her to be full of promises of what is happening 'tomorrow'.
such as, on Friday we always have a popcorn party,
and today is extra special because if the weather allows two little girls 
soon joining the childcare routine, are coming for a visit!

As much as we are able let us remember to be glad and rejoice
in this day the Lord has made.
Ps.118:24







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