Friday, January 8, 2016

north wind poem

salt stains
splatter robe cuffs
ice cracking
in windy tree branches

pull my hood up
sinking deeper
tucking in tight
against the sleet

stretch out
shovel sore back
look to the horizon
a little more light 
each day


  1. I'm watching, too, for that liottle bit more light. I can feel the chill in this poem....brrrrrrr. Unusually, we have had a fair bit of snow this winter - well, a few inches and there is still some of it on the ground - unusual. So I am chilly too.

  2. Lovely! A little more light each day :)


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