Snow Six Inches Deep and Still Coming Down

Snow Six Inches Deep …

snow six inches deep
Snow Six Inches Deep and Still Coming Down

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 …

snow six inches deep
Candles brighten the day …

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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. 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 for The 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. Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader. I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.

10 thoughts on “Snow Six Inches Deep and Still Coming Down

  • March 16, 2018 at 9:09 PM

    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.

    • March 16, 2018 at 10:04 PM

      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.

    • March 18, 2018 at 2:10 PM

      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.

  • March 19, 2018 at 1:04 PM

    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.

    • March 19, 2018 at 2:37 PM

      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.

  • March 20, 2018 at 6:12 AM

    Your visions you light with well chosen words make this a delight to read!

  • March 20, 2018 at 4:08 PM

    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.




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