A Winter Day
The cold stings the cheeks
like slapping birch twigs.
A light, north breeze
makes quiet sporadic hums.
The wool watch-cap
chafes and itches
like bothersome bugs.
The leaden sky
portents snow.
Fumble for the door key,
turn the cold knob,
step inside, and peel off the coat.
Adjust to the soothing warmth.
Quick, make a cup of hot cocoa,
smell the homey aroma,
savor the thick sweet liquid.
How fascinating the world.
"The ;leaden sky portents snow"
A forecast of times to come!
ReplyDeleteYou remember how much I loved the winters and snow in Japan and Korea, so refreshing and beautiful. Your poem sums it up.
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