Monday, December 3, 2012
Anyway, one of my tastly little writing canapes is poetry. I looked outside this morning, and even though the temperature is on the warmish side, the sky is leaden. Which made me think of the following poem, one I wrote early on and sold to Capper's. It was the first thing I ever sent to them and they snapped it right up, much to my surprise! So I thought I'd share it with you. Even if you live in warmer climes, I think it will touch a chord. Especially if winter and the holidays go hand in hand in your mind.
December's Snowflake Dance
I heard it whispered on the wind
and searched the steely leaden sky.
I caught the scent of coming snow,
and upwards cast a watchful eye.
The golden days of autumn gone
as swiftly as a passing glance.
I lingered in the chilly dusk
to catch December's snowflake dance.
Kind of short, but to the point but it gives a nod to what's coming. I like winter until about mid-February but what I like seldom comes into play if Old Man Winter wants to hang around a bit longer. We'll see what happens, eh?
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