(Photo: Stéphane Juban on Unsplash)
When the cold gripped hard
And pulled life from the sinews
Of the earth,
And when the wind screamed wild
Among the emptied branches
Overhead,
She’d seek the warm embrace
Of the inglenook’s fireplace
And write a book
Of summer’s heat
Inside her
Head.
For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: Inglenook
Photo: Smadar Epshtein
“What does happiness mean,” she asked,
Her eyes round with the query
Of the lost
Awaiting to be
Found.
“It is the sun warming your skin,” he said,
His own eyes taking on the mist.
“And the unexpected sweetness
Of cherries on your
Tongue.”
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Happiness
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Shuttered windows did not
Matter,
For all who lacked knew that
The door remained unlatched
The rusty locks, unfastened,
To let the needy enter
And rest their weary heads
Within,
Their huddled warmth
Steadfast in lieu of
Hearth,
Never closed from
The ancient inn.
For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: close
Photo: Jez Timms on Unsplash
In the window
Reflected
Shine from times long
Ago,
As the fire
Resplendent
Warmed cold hands from the
Snow,
And kids’ eyes
Filled with wonder
Twinkled joy in the
Glow.
Elders, too
Filled with stories
Even they’re yet to
Know.
Lights aglow
Hope aflow.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: glow
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Feel the midday
Glow expand
Sense the gently
Heated sand.
Dampened clothes,
Digging hands,
China they’re intent
To find.
Make the most
Of wonderland.
It previews warmth
So close behind.
For Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge: Warmth
Photo: Atara Katz
To the fingers of winter
That are still
Gripping hold:
You have done all you could
To prevail with the cold
But it’s time
To move on
Summer’s soon
You’ve been warned …
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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Knit the yarn
Click and purl
Weave and braid
Loop and curl
Blanket beds
Shelter heads
From the cold
Up ahead.
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Photo: Dvora Freedman
For those who like spice
There’s a place of delight
For the taste of good life
When the sun warms you back
And the chilies, your belly.
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Spin a yarn of wonder
Knit together words of hope
Cords of every color
Loop so hearts may cope.
Weave a warm new cover
From yarn old and fine
Find ways to discover
The love intertwined.
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It is spring!
The birds sing, and people walk around with the odd and gladdened smile of no-more-winter, raising eyes to the blue sky.
It is Spring!
The forsythia will bloom, the cherry trees will blossom, little buds will poke their heads up from the ground without a sound to boom a verdant glow.
It is Spring!
Nests will fill with fuzz and wooing birds and new twigs splendor, and perfect eggs will follow, curling hatchlings deep in dreams of endless worms.
It is Spring!
Open windows. Open jackets. Green grass reappearing under browning frost and bits of winter’s snow.
It is Spring!
Lambs will bleat, ducklings waddle, kids will scamper ‘cross new meadows, as their mothers languid, follow, sated by the younglings’ joy.
It is Spring!
Can you feel it? There’s a buzz, a distinct glitter. Light has changed–now amplified–and not only by the angle of the sun finally resuming duty, back to glory, hastening beauty.
It is Spring!
Don’t worry if some gray dreary days will come and try to turn the tide. Spring would not abide–it has come now, and it will forge paths in frozen soil to melt remaining cold.
Time’s come.
Winter has grown old. Its shift has ended. Spring sprung. Let’s welcome it aboard!
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