First Winter Up-North
prairie-bred baker
left blizzard alley's
blender-whipped winds
found forest refuge
silent, magical
designed to delight
icing-covered twigs
frame my kitchen window
in fancy I see
powdered sugar pines
almond bark oaks
marshmallow shrubs
no winds swirling
straight from Montana
howling and cold
no eight-foot drifts
to tunnel through
instead I see
fence posts wearing
coconut-snow hats
applauding as
snowflake ballerinas
with diamond tiaras
dance clothesline ballet
What images does this poem conjure in your mind? Makes me a tiny bit sentimental for winter as we say hello to spring. Ok, only a really tiny bit, but still...how about you?
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