The Color of Winter

Wild Bird Wednesday

Winter Is A Big Cat

walking softly
on tip toes
stalking slowly

in February

it pounces
sinks its teeth in
and holds tight
'til spring

For a creative prompt at

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
and Open Link Night
at dVerse...Poets Pub

Crowned

Natalia Drepina

Prompt for Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Autumn is close
hands still ashen
from summer fires
pick, preserve, ready
for winter's mire

Gather wood
to warm winter
nights a woman
crowned with work
but few delights

I Hope Spring Marches In

Snow on the mountain, 

Chill in the air.  

Looking for Spring. 

She ain't anywhere!

I've been hiding behind my poetry since winter keeps me in.  She wraps her icy fingers around me. I don't want to go outside or very far from the fire that warms me.

There are many things I could do or should do but I sit and crochet.  I think that is my winter sport.  I deliver my sister's mail and quickly come inside again.

For those who have really suffered through horrendous winters this year and still are, I am sorry.  I'm a wimp when it comes to cold.

We remain a personal care facility.  Maria still cannot walk but will have her screws removed from her infected foot next week.  We just go from there.  I know she is as anxious to continue her life as we are for her to heal.  Sadly, the man who caused the accident had no insurance so there is nothing to be done for her lost wages, car, and health.  She will have to start over again.  We all know that is difficult.  This has been a personal, medical and financial strain for all of us. May she heal quickly.

Snow again although the weather man said no.  Not too deep but enough inches to be bothersome,   I know it will melt but my patience is wearing thin.  Again to those who have REAL snow, I apologize.

I have noticed a migration to Word Press.  Is there something I need to know?  Where is the best place to blog and should I pay for it?  I'm in the dark here, please share.

I wish you warmth, good health, joy and a blessed Sunday.

Hope of Spring

Winter's cold-blooded coils
tighten
chilling me to the bone
I peer from inside
my carefully donned layers
Remembering Spring
I smile

For Poetry Jam's Tis The Season

Outdoor Time

Rain has made the water cloudy

 The water cress thinks it's spring

Most of the leafs have fallen

The water garden wears its winter coat. 

There's work to do but

Mother Nature and the valley's ancient inhabitants called me.

I listened.

Seasons for Open Link Monday

For Open Link Monday

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Swirl, wind, swirl
leafs fall
floating in all directions
that end in down

Icy breath on green
paints in shades of brown

Soon, soon
shades of white
will cover
all around

Rest well, things green
store the sun's power deep
and prepare
to greet spring

Random 5 Friday

Random Five Friday at A Rural Journal with Nancy was just the inspiration I needed today.  I may have to call my Ramble Five!

1.  Winter still hangs on in all it's glory.  This is supposed to be part of the south but someone didn't get that message.  We had just five inches of snow this time but add sleet, rain, freezing temps and you are walking on a ice rink.

2.  I'll not tell how I can no longer break through the ice with my boots.  I will not tell that when I come to an incline I sit and slide so I won't fall.  I won't tell how cold my backside is after that slide.

3.  Schools have been closed this time for a week and more weather is coming in soon.

4.  Farmers are loosing calves to the extreme colds.  We lost our last born.  Some farmers have lost five or more.

5.  Watching the dogs slide on ice is a little funny.  I laugh but the dogs don't.

Too Old For Love Poems @ Poets United

Poets United has a Mid-Week Motif~Love.  To participate or just enjoy the creations of others stop by.

I love new boots

That don't slide on ice

I love leg warmers

And flannels.

I love ice on cedars

And diamonds on fences

I love feeding cattle

Who don't care

What I wear

I love new damp babies

Big brown baby eyes

And tiny hooves ending

The warm fur

And the promise of sun.

Six Sentences For Two Shoes

The new year brought cold temps and high winds. Oh, the winter we will have.  When the power goes we will last a while but if the snow is deep we may become lost in drifts of the storm and of life.

If we are stranded I do not have a cooking pot large enough for human parts and will not survive like the Donner Party and others who had no choice.

If the worst should happen I hope when the spring is new they will only find our bodies and know we burned books and cooked shoe leather to survive.  We could be found holding each other frozen while trying to warm ourselves never thinking anyone would taste like chicken.

For Josie Two Shoes Creative Challenge Six Sentences.

Skies of Beauty, Skies of Might....

Skies of radiant beaming light.

Red in the morning,

sailor's warning

Cotton candy skies

and butterscotch clouds.

The geese and ducks fly, day and night, traveling south, singing their travel song, leaving no doubt that winter is closing in.

The waters have receded and the ice appears, hopefully, briefly, because I am not ready for winter although the migratory birds tell me to prepare. Oh, that I could fly South for the winter.

As I warm my hands near the blazing fire, I dream of spring...and it snows!!!

The Winter Woolies

Looking down Marcy's steps.

The animals are still woolly but the frogs are singing tonight. I hope it means spring is near.

I look at all the woolly coats still around. I am glad they had them to stay warm. I look forward to their shiny new spring coats.

Ice damage is everywhere. Maybe in a hundred years, we will get it cleaned.

This is the nice spring pond filled with pines we could have logged...not now.

Last year you could not see the sky from here.