An etheree for Colleen Chesebro’s weekly challenge.
There is fog in my face, mist in my mouth,
a chill chases shivers down my spine.
Cat’s paw, cold as the North Sea, sharp
as claws raking hardened earth
exposes worms and grubs
for famished birds. Light
dims early here
in winter
silence
bleak.
How bleak this time of year how I hate it 💜
Me too. I’d kill for a few hours of sunshine.
Would it be lovely 💜
We had some today. It was glorious and I didn’t have to kill anyone to get it 🙂
Excellent, it was cold and dull here
You’ll get it one day 🙂
Really?
Promise 🙂
Thank you 💜
🙂
Pleasure 💜
I love this wintery Etheree, Jane. You described the time of darkness with great finese. It makes sense that spring is the time of rebirth. ❤
I’m always amazed by how many things carry on growing through the winter. Apart from the leaves, everything else is green!
Oh, lucky you! Today, we woke up to the coldest temperatures we’ve ever had here: -6 degrees F. Brrrr… ❤
I can’t even imagine that!!!! I bellyache when the temperatures are in the 40°s. Mind you, that’s indoors…
Yikes! LOL! ❤
Wow! Your poetry is just *so* consistently amazing, and your natural scenes so vivid. Love seeing your work!
I’m very pleased and flattered that you think so 🙂