Waiting for inspiration to come
on a frigid night
Minus six outside and dropping
icicles hanging down
Too cold for stargazing
even the windows are
frosted.
Yet the sun was out today
although the high
temperature
only hovered around
zero.
The squirrels were out too ‑‑
snatching stale donuts
from a hanging basket,
chasing away the
starlings.
The children stayed out to
ride the sled
laughing down the
hill
ignoring the cold
Cheeks all rosy
when they came in
to warm up at the
stove
Hot cocoa and popcorn
to fill them.
Others may choose milder climates
But I prefer it here
the snow frosted tree
limbs
delight the eye
And the changing seasons
satisfy the psyche.
ã1990
Linda H. Feinberg from “red poppies
and green clover”
This is an old poem probably written
around 1983 when I was living in Derry, New Hampshire. I thought it was appropriate for winter. I am looking out my window today and watching the beautiful snow falling. I remembered that line "snow frosted tree limbs" -- that's what made me think of this old poem.
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