Frosted leas and crystal meadows,
Naked trees and misted hollows
Greet the eyes this winter dawn.
And for the ears, an equal greeting
Crunching leaves, snow geese honking
Chittering squirrels, Peckers tonking.
The frigid bite of wind on skin,
The icy sting of wind-born flake,
These tactile gifts keep us awake.
Tangy wood smoke greets the nose
And the musk of dampened trees
Linger on within our clothes
Even though they make us sneeze.
All winter’s gifts, we welcome these.
Lovely!
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I’m reading this poem from a place where winter is just cold greyish rain half the time. Thanks for a whiff of lovely snowy-smelling air!
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Your very welcome! We “enjoy” mostly winter ick also but we have our moments of tradition. I’m glad I could share one.
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I just glanced at my stats for yesterday. You took quite a dive into my recent stuff. Thank you. I hope you enjoyed it.
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I did, very much!
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