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| The Mill, 1964, by Andrew Wyeth |
people speak
of winter
as if it were
an uninvited guest
asleep on
the couch
though he is wont
to lazing about
i do not mind his
company
the cats make
sport of his snoring
he yawns
scratches and
blusters
i make tea
and pour over
seed catalogs
the birds
chirp through
a flurry of braggadocio
they know
a swan song
when they hear one
© 2014-Rene
For Magpie Tales
I like the idea of making tea and pouring over seed catalogs. That is a good way to make friends with (or at least tolerate) winter!
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the couch
Winter is there and it'll be around on the dot. Though this time its severity seem unusual. But still it is welcomed! Nicely Rene!
Hank
Quiet applause for this poem. Perhaps my favorite out of this weeks batch. Well done
ReplyDeleteNow THAT is the way to spend a winter - thinking of gardens!!!!!!! Me too, kiddo! Nice to see you in the Pantry today.
ReplyDeleteLovely, and to hear a swan's song now, it would warm my frozen tundra day away! Oh yes!
ReplyDeleteLet's have a conversation about pouring... I imagined you pouring tea over the seed catalogues, which I doubt would help their longevity. But all that aside, I too wonder from where birds get their energy in winter, swan song or not!
ReplyDeleteStafford, I have been known to pour my tea over seed catalogs and various periodicals
DeleteI listen for that swan song as well, although I am not so expert as the birds that flit past my window. The cold induces static in my winter brain. Perhaps a seed catalog and a cuppa would be just the ticket to dispel the noise!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the feeling of peace and quiet , Rene ....
ReplyDeleteFrom your creative mind/poetry to the universe .. let it be.
ReplyDeletepouring tea over seed catalogues is the beginning of a good compost pile....lovely poem- we're all ready to start our gardens aren't we!
ReplyDeleteYou did well with this. I like the approach you took,
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I have a special guest room for winter...
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