Creeping first, so you won't know
Bolder winds about to blow
Leaves now scatter to and fro
While summer's hues beg to go
Pushed aside by indigo
Painted skies ready to blow
Petulant clouds to and fro
Bulging promises of snow
At the ready, start the show
Tempting winter's mist to flow
Frosting dull lands, so they glow
With first act magic ice show
Finished now, Jack Frost bows low
To applause before he goes
And curtain opens to snow
As next act brassy winds blow
Orchestrating time to go
Hide inside where embers glow
By the window, watch the show
Of shining sleet, dancing snow.
Poem & Photo
Copyright 2006 JO Janoski
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Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2007
This is lovely, both poem and photo, well-written.
Great job you did on this poem, Jo. Monorhymes ain't easy (I'm still working on mine). And the photo is so beautiful. It is just outside your window, right?
Micke
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2007
Jo this is so beautifulllllllll!!! we have had no accumlation of snow in my woods yet.
Bless you,
Joselyn
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2007
You did very well Jo...except that is it snowing? Or is is still warm and dangerous for the ice poles? Victor
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i am starting to miss the snow
enjoyed...
Micke
Bless you,
Joselyn