POEM OF THE MONTH

 

January 2017

WINTER COMFORT

 

Against a backdrop of new-fallen snow

The creek's iced over, slowed to a trickle,

Winter’s claws firmly grip, like a beau

Oh, but Winter, now, she is fickle

 

Flowing water turns to ice:

Its sculptures glistening along the river

And barren trees, they pay the price

Too frozen stiff to even quiver

 

But the rough-hewn cabin cares not if it's windy;

It harbors warmth, and light, and life

And blue smoke curls up from the chimney

While outdoors, the chill cuts like a knife

 

 

 

 

 

 

SAIL AWAY

Sail away one day

The seven seas await you

As you await them

 



 

 

 

 

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