Zipped up

Hi everyone,

We’re running short of January. I hope to see a few more poems posted for Word of the Month. Remember, the word this month is “crown” or “crowned”. I thought I’d write a second poem for the month. This one is inspired by the weather. Take a look.

The Morning After Snow

Across last night’s snow a line of small tracks 
zip my lawn’s new sweater tight against the chill.
The winged fairy outside the kitchen window
offers her half-shell mounded with crystals
sparkling like magic dust and the boy who is
older than our house holds his flute ready,
both snow-crowned in the pureness of their station.

After a subdued night on the ice, geese leave
in threes and fours, wordless in their departure.
Squirrels are sleeping in. Full feeders are not enough
to entice sparrows tucked puffed up under eaves.

The morning after snow is a still life of winter.
No one can think of anything to say.

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