Seasons Turn

This is a roundabout poem done in 8, 6, 4, 4, 6 syllables per stanza and in the rhyme scheme of abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba. Enjoy! Seasons pass as changes abound Spring lopes in like a deer flowers blooming pollen looming sinus never feels clear. Summer sun wakes the birds, I fear. Morning song is screeching bury myContinue reading “Seasons Turn”

Drawing Down Winter

Drawing down winter brings in the cold… from outside to inside, then into my bones. Arthritis flares up and makes me feel old, drawing down winter brings in the cold. To rid us of snow, I need to get bold, icy wind blows as I scrape down to stones. Drawing down winter brings in theContinue reading “Drawing Down Winter”

A Winter Moment

The sky began to cloud over as the man watched the woodchuck shimmy back under his shed. The man loved that shed. It was the largest one he could afford and held two riding lawnmowers, several tomato cages, garden fencing, garden tools and his winter shovels. Even with all those items, he still had roomContinue reading “A Winter Moment”

This Ohio Winter

What is this I see? It’s no snow in January. Where has the snow all gone? Global warming, anyone? Growing up in Minnesota in winter, we always had a coat on. Shoveled the sidewalk in New York, to get to the snow blower, for easier work. Though at times I think California’s climate is theContinue reading “This Ohio Winter”