You Call This Winter?

You Call This Winter?

Take a hike in the wild during a Missouri winter,
and it’s a crapshoot. Bare branches heavy
with snow and turkey tracks the only impressions
in the white blanket that lies before you,
or t-shirt weather with the sound of rustling leaves
as you scuff them out of your way wondering
what happened to the four inches of snow
that shut things down just last week.

I may not miss the storms of New York’s winters,
but I sure miss the snow of New York’s winters,
where it knows how to fall and stick around
until it decides to fall again. And again.
Where the beauty of driving through a forest
with a blanket of snow can be appreciated
in spite of the inconvenience of slick roads
or the need to clear your windows of frost.

As much as I may appreciate warm spells
that are more frequent than cold, or the need
to shovel the driveway all of three times,
give me a New York winter, any time.

This is my response to the prompt Poetics: The Blizzard of the Self, from Sanaa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to speak to winter.

 

24 thoughts on “You Call This Winter?

  1. This is exquisitely drawn, Ken! You bring New York winter to us so aptly through your words! Here in my part of the world, winter is cold and freezing but without snow. Which makes me long to experience it one day! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💙💙

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  2. I know just what you mean. We’re getting this weird snow, rain, cold, warm winter. My husband and I drove up to our home town in northern Vermont, where it was COLD and the ground was covered with SNOW, the way January is supposed to be.

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