Today in the Midwest, is one of the coldest in years. If we’re going to endure this harsh weather, here’s a poem I wrote a few years ago. It’s one of my favorites – Winter’s Kiss
On this wintry weekend, I remembered a poem I penned after taking a walk with my mini Australian Shepherd a year or so ago.
The poem stirred up memories. It also made it to publication this year in Well-Versed Literary Works 2013.
The cold kiss of winter brushes my rosy cheeks
and snowflakes drop like confetti.
Five gaggles of graylag geese soar overhead
north to south
in the hazy cotton sky.
I stand reticent,
to their cackling,
as if I were multilingual.
They settle in the field nearby,
as an experienced aviator
sideslipping a glider in for a landing.