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. The snowflakes are about to fly here in our neck of the woods, so I called this one Winter Watch.
Freckled faces peek from behind draperies drawn,
To witness the bleach white blanket spread upon the lawn.
Winter’s wonderful whiteness where the green ground had lain,
Noses pressed pointedly against a crispy cold windowpane.
Little voices giggle at the dazzling dancing delight,
As a million snowflakes flurry and flicker in mid-air flight.
Hours later when they are all tucked away in bed,
With fluttering flurries flying about in their head,
I sense their living liquid laughter her with me still,
And peanut butter fingerprints upon my windowsill.
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8 thoughts on “Winter Watch”
A lovely poem. Love the peanut butter finger prints. xo
The “liquid laughter” and the “peanut butter fingerprints” are endearing touchstones.
Snow might fly here in a couple of days.
Thank you. Have fu in the snow.
Winter, after fall, is probably my best season! I’ve enjoyed reading your poem, Molly. Thank you for writing and sharing. Regards.
Thank you for reading.
Beautiful poem. The last line is so sweet…