The snow
climbs trees
leans on doors
peeks in windows
The snow
sifts through rafters
drifts in dunes
carves valleys
The snow
huddles in teams
blitzes
Prepare to shovel again.
-Anna E. Jordan
February 3, 2015
These were taken after Blizzard Juno. We now have an extra 15 or 20 inches in southern Maine.
Creative Chaos 
Anna, Long Island, New York got punched by Juno but positivity remains strong. Your poem and peek hole photo are delightful. They represent a true Winter Whispering. I invite you to let me post your poem and photo combination for the global gallery, Winter Whisperings, that I am creating. Please go to http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2015/01/ringing-in-new-year-with-look-back-and.html to read more about the invitation. I would love to include your work. I have connected with you on Twitter so we can correspond.
Wow. Thanks so much for your interest. I’ll contact you via Twitter.
Getting my coffee this morning, the barista told me another storm approaches. “48 hours of snow”, she said, for early next week. “Well, that’s days away”, I said. “Who knows…” Yes, this is winter alrighty! Lovely poem.
It is days away but it’s good to be prepared. I’ve been spending a lot of time at the gym on core strength so I don’t injure myself. It’s Town Plow Mountain at the end of the driveway that always gets me. 🙂
the sand renews itself with every passing wave and when the tumult of ra
Mom, you got cut off. I’d love to hear the rest of your sandy thoughts. Oh warmth. Oh glorious warmth!
I can see why you need all those active verbs.
The snow is resting in the sunshine today but the weather prophets say the activity will start again at the beginning of the week.
Love that first photo! Enjoyed the poem (and feeling grateful we’ve been lucky with snowfall this year) *knock on wood*
There’s more on the way, Jama. Hey I have a new suggestion for Hot Tea…Justin Baldoni.
Old Man Winter is not done yet. Great tunnel photo.
Thanks, Brenda! It’s actually an igloo and we have to redig it out as the entrance got covered in the last storm. Enjoy and building and sculpting all this snow!
An igloo!! Made of ice bricks and everything? That rocks. My kids would be drooling. I would be inside, shaking my head and making hot chocolate. 🙂
I like how active the snow is in your poem! “Peeks,” leans,” “climbs,” “blitzes.” My kids are feeling a bit cheated about our lack of snow. Too bad we can’t distribute it more evenly! 😉
I would love some sun and warmth and I know my western friends want some water. Let’s figure this out, Tabatha!
Now that’s one lovely photo! Makes shoveling looks fun!
Ah, Myra, I fooled you too. Shoveling is no fun at all.
I love thinking about the snow, itself, as just another kid enjoying a day off school. Nicely done, Anna!
Thank you!