I took up the challenge this year to make a blog post every day. At first, it sounded like an easy task, but I soon discovered it more challenging than I ever imagined. For part of the year-long adventure, I explored different styles of poetry. I decided to revisit many of these styles in November. NaNoWriMo takes up most of my time during this month. Plus, the weather turns cold, making it hard to go on an adventure unless Rooster and I decide to visit our baby chick in New York City. Sometimes I get a hunger for the road. Christmas is right around the corner. I wrote this Proverbial poem because the first snow is near called On a Winter Day.
On a Winter Day
“The winter will ask what we did all summer,” is an old gypsy proverb.
On a Winter Day
The days are growing shorter
There’s a cold nip in the air.
Winters about to work its magic
A Time when the snow flies without care.
Where did the time go?
Doesn’t it seem a little tragic,
The way it quickly slips away.
Into the midst of the weary winter
A little voice will ask
What I did all summer.
In these days of fading glory
Safe inside, sheltered from the storm,
I will reflect on my lifelong story
And give a detailed account
As the fire glows warmly with glowing ember
It will be nice to remember
The warmth of the sun on a summer day.
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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