Sunday, February 13, 2011


I am not a poet...don't claim that privilege...but this picture of our sky that I took tonight reminded me of this poem I wrote many years ago..it fits this time of melting snow and warmer winds that were such a gift today.

Sun, please come up,
Show a pink smile over
A grey freezing city.
A grey halo engulfs us.
Street lights flicker out,
Startle me alert.
Time to face a winter morning
Finale.

Winter, your time is almost gone.
Make your final peace and leave
Me cold only a few hours more.
Wind-whipped mornings
Chill me on longer.

Sun-warmed days, melting
Snow into memory.
Not quite Spring,
But a close facsimile.
Enough to make me smile,
To feel warmth and hope for
Future days of lazy afternoons
And sweet, watermelon nights.

11 comments:

Stacy said...

I find myself wishing for warmer weather too. Yesterday and today were both beautiful.

Hope said...

ah, yes! I hear you!
a lovely poem, Yaya and the photo is perfect for it. I think you make a mighty fine poet

take care
Hope

acorn hollow said...

Just lovely. We have not had the mild weather yet. we have been over cast and cold. they predict a snowy tomorrow and then onto warmer weather. Enough I say please sping we need you.
Cathy

Donna said...

Girlfriend....I told you that you should have been a writer!...poet!!
Or maybe photographer...gorgeous pic!

Susan Anderson said...

I thought you said you weren't a poet!

I beg to differ...

=)

Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise) said...

You my dear are much too modest by not callin' yourself a poet!!! The poem is just beautiful sweetie!

God bless and have a marvelous Valentine's Day! :o)

Rosaria Williams said...

I loved your poem, refreshing and pure! I also love the quotes you have on your sidebar, and the picture of the Chief of Surgery! Lovely visiting with you, Yaya.

Anonymous said...

Aye? You can do poetry!

Happy Valentines!

Amy and Craig said...

I bet you wrote that when you lived on Luray and were walking to work every morning!!

Mrs Catch said...

This gave me a good lift today. Mr Catch is still away and things are feeling a little wobbly. Lovely poem. Thank you!

Deb Shucka said...

What a beautiful poem! You've expressed exactly what I'm feeling.