Winter Day
Bright and clear with
Stark trees of filigree lace
Against cloud-scampering,
Blue-jeweled sky –
An inviting hoax –
Bitter cold sends me inside.
Winter Day
Gloomy and gray with
Bare trees of ominous lace
Against rain-clouded
Shrouded heavens –
A clear warning –
Raw rain keeps me inside.
Winter Days
Made for roaring fires,
Hot chocolate, a good book,
Anticipating spring
As time draws near
For Punxsutawney Phil,
Forecasting the end of winter chill.
February 2
Squeezing a way into
Iowa caucuses,
Phil makes the news,
Seeing no shadow,
Predicting early spring.
Amid the cheers,
The anchor notes
His accuracy – 31%.
Winter Days
Good times –
Stoke the fire.
Drop a marshmallow in my cocoa.
Slide in finger at the bookmark.
Spring will come when it is ready.