She sings quietly
A smile on her face
A ditty from Vince
And Merry Christmas Charlie Brown
The shovel pushes
Hitting cracks in the pavement
Stopping the wrist
With a snapping ache
She wants to be happy
So she hums
While she moves the snow
To the pile.
Enough.
It seems like forever
Since she wore shorts
Or sat in the chairs beyond.
They sit like small white mountains
Lonely for company.
It’s been months
Since she saw running water at
The pond on the hill.
The birds so hungry,
They sit on the branches and wait,
As the snow whips through
They shelter on the ledge
Of the feeder that swings
She fills it again
Food scarce
Winter choking
She silently thinks
Enough.
Photo out the back window, my winter view….pretty but so very tired of the snow and ice. Western NY:) glad you enjoyed.
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Yes, enough with winter. Certainly not enough of your poetry. I think we are kindred spirits. Tell me more about your photo.
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Glad you liked, 35 today….more snow Monday:(
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I just said this exact word, only in a phrase! Enough is enough already! Thanks for this lovely and poetic sympathetically expressed post!
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Did u see my last post? Just for you….punchy friend.
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Yes, how about “maburnit”
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Ooooooo…I must find one quick…have any to spare??
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Ugh….this is my yard a few months ago but we did get a half foot last night…this snow is killing me!!!! Need, no must find sun!!!!
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beautiful word pictures… should I dare mention we did yard work yesterday?
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Almost?! Dadblameit! Have you used a Punchy cuss word, yet? 🙂
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Most often when overly tired. Kind of perky today…..almost punchy-ish….
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Aw, great! Are you?
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But of course sir:)
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Everyday! Shouldn’t I be? 🙂
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FeelIng punchy today are we? Haha:) thanks prof.
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Good job with this! Professorish, huh?
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