The snow cascades from
Puffy gray clouds
Shrouding over
The softly spun ice
Drifting out ceaselessly
These quiet frozen streets
Become big and furry
Wapping massive snow catching paws
Around the four corners of the house
Smacking its chops
Upon the minutes
The deep-set eyes resting
On the view of a chilly eve
Its muzzle
Inhales the whole of winter
Fresh from napping
Now awake and hunting
Ready to pounce
Upon a row
Of frozen icicles
That are hanging out
In rigid frost duty
Polar bear winter
brrrrr! makes me wanna pull you in close so I can warm up.
About this time every year, I think people are sick of winter. We have a possible ice storm happening tonight, hopefully it will be winter’s last hurrah for us!
count me for being tired of winter
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Thanks, John!
You are very welcome.
Ah, I can imagine that freezing cold weather! Lovely descriptive poem, Lana. Keep warm… hugs. ❤
I think it is almost over, Iris. Haha, I’m not a winter person, but I tried to give it just a better slant than I usually do. Hugs to you, xx
I love the extended metaphor of winter as a creature, wapping paws, smacking chops… “Its muzzle inhaling the whole of winter” was a particularly vivid image. Did the Polar Vortex bring snow that far south? Holy Cow! Or maybe Holy Polar Bear! would be more fitting. Stay warm. March is on the way. 🙂
No, in reality, we haven’t had much winter. But of course, if we have just a little bit, we are gonna whine about it! We have ice in the forecast for tonight, and quite possibly for us, that might be the last of it. Holy Polar Bear for sure! Thank you so much, Joan. You stay warm as well. 😀
Lovely!
Thank you Jennie. We have ice in the forecast, so we are all running around here like it is the end of the world, haha. We had snow once this winter. That was enough 😀
You are welcome, Lana. When it only snows once, that’s a big deal! And yes, enough. 🙂
Loved this, Lana – winter has been a beast indeed.
Thanks, Diana. I want to think of Polar Bears as cuddly because they are so lovely, but nope, they’ve got some bite to them (wink, wink). Stay warm out there my hard-working writing friend! xx
Your words left me embraced by those snow catching paws and with a shiver, winter can be both beastly and beautiful as your lovely poem illustrates!
It surely can be. I enjoy looking out the window at a serene scene but hate trying to get out and navigate in it. Thank you so much!
And those layers we have to wrap ourselves in…