Winter's Muse Calling
Soodiasadi, Winter hiking
in Switzerland, 2020 (detail).
I will not venture far outside todayWhere things are frozen solid anyway
There wind is howling through the naked trees
I doubt there's really all that much to see
There's ice I'm sure that's covering the lake
Bare rocks and such whatever trail I take
All birds and creatures of the wooded park
Are hibernating somewhere safe and dark
Still, looking out my window I can muse
If winter could by chance be holding clues
To secrets known to those who cannot stay
Indoors on even coldest winter days
Of course you know I say all this the while
I'm buckling boots and going for a mile
Another good selection from J. D. Shirk.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful winter sonnet by Joe Shirk, worthy of a place on Penny's Poetry Blog, being in the company of so many great poets! As I read I felt a child-like exuberance ... to venture out in the winter wonderland, not to avoid but to partake in nature's chilling beauty ... to exercise this opportunity. Thanks Joe Shirk! 💟💟💟💟💟💟
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