Mittens crunchy with snow, scarves dripping dry in front of the fire
The smell of woodsmoke and scraping sound of an approaching snow plow
Cold nose, numb fingertips, sluggish toes
The howling wind of a blizzard in contrast to clear, still, starry nights
Snow men, snow angels
The shoveling of snow and daily carting of wood
The complete and soft silence of a deep woods, snowy landscape
-- childhood memories of winter in upstate New York --
delightful poetry. I was entirely transported.
Posted by: Fantasy Writer Guy | Aug 05, 2007 at 05:57 PM
Thanks so much for the kind words, FWG!
:) Heida
Posted by: Heida Biddle | Aug 08, 2007 at 08:46 AM