Snow Six Inches Deep and Still Coming Down
Snow Six Inches Deep …
White the hills beneath a gray sky,
Sage brush and boulders peaking from under
A thick blanket of fluffy snow,
No sign of little mountain critters
Scurrying here and there when signs of spring
Brought them out in recent days,
Now the little souls cozy in burrows.
Trudging through deep snow, a lone hiker
Slowly makes his way to the top
Of the rough trail on the little mountain,
He stops long enough to gaze around.
Maybe catch his breath before finding
The trail again, looking for familiar landmarks
Now covered with snow.
Snow six inches deep, still coming down,
Mesmerizing when I stare out to the silence,
I open the patio door and step outside,
Just long enough to listen,
No bird song, no squirrels calling to me for treats,
Fruits and nuts waiting in the kitchen for my friends,
When the snow goes away.
Snow six inches deep and still coming down,
Slowly, but surely, snowflakes find their place
In the cold wintry scene.
A large branch on a bush pops up,
No longer able to hold the heavy white clump
That held it down for so long,
Now sways gently in victory.
I light several candles to brighten the room,
The scent of cinnamon and cloves simmers
Quietly on the kitchen stove,
Bringing back childhood memories of
Grandmother’s kitchen filled with goodies,
I settle in my recliner with a warm blanket,
And a book by a beloved poet.
Snow six inches deep and still coming down,
Heavier now with larger snowflakes …
© 2018 Phyllis Doyle Burns
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles.
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Sounds lovely snuggled up in the warmth with a book. Never lived in snow but I do love the ambiance of winter fires. Nicely penned and evocative, Phyllis.
Thank you so much, Tony.I am happy you enjoyed this work. I spent the afternoon reading your ‘Reflections’ and sipping hot chocolate. We now have about 12 inches of snow and more is expected over night. Take care.
A wonderful poem with great imagery and a shiver or two of the cold of winter.
Thank you, Rasma. I am glad you enjoyed this poem. Right now, the sun is out, the sky is a clear azure blue, and it is gorgeous with the snow on the hills. I just went for a walk and it is very pleasant out there.
I like the warm fire snuggling, adventurous book reading in a snowstorm, but that is where it ends. These noreasters are ridiculous and too frequent nowadays. Causes nothing but treachery and destruction. I digress. Sorry. Your work was lovely Phyllis. Excellent imagery. Well written.
Thank you, Paul. Ahh! Yes, those nor’easters are treacherous. We are more fortunate here – we get beautiful snow that usually disappears in a few days, so it is fun to snuggle during the snowfall.
Your visions you light with well chosen words make this a delight to read!
Thank you, Donald, for your visit and kind words. I am so glad you enjoyed this poem.
Phyllis, I do not seem to have your email address. Please write to me, for I have a poem which, with the greatest respect for you and Creative Exiles, I would like to present to you for your opinion to judge if it is alright to post.
Thanks
Donald
You can contact me at creativeexiles@gmail.com and cc RJ Schwartz and John Hansen. We will be happy to review and advise on your poem, Donald. Thank you.