winter makes me less than bolddarkness reigns with biting cold
hunker down when temps are frigid
icicles form in lines most rigid
out my window I watch the scene
mounds of white with little green
feeding birds an avocation
cheaper than a big vacation
birds a-flutter in clouds of frantic
daytime brings a colourful bustle
finding food a daily hustle
in the night wee critters scurry
across the snow their feet a-flurry
they must be watchful for a predator
Mother Nature she is the editor
pedicure stated on the certificate
pampering there it was magnificate
too cold for sandals home I ran
toes are pretty although it's Jan.
Hari OM
ReplyDelete&*> Fabulous post, Jenn; terrific fun! YAM xx
Beautiful photos and poetry!
ReplyDeleteA few lines to add to your book.The snow still lingers, birds know where to come, toes so fab, and all is well with the outside friends who visit. Love those wee birds.
ReplyDeleteGood poetry. The devious rascal squirrel is a welcome sight.
ReplyDeleteGreat photos! Winter is not my favorite.
ReplyDeleteMight as well be creative.
ReplyDeleteNice to stick a gif in with the regular photos.
I like the winter imagery in your poem:
ReplyDeleteWhite "mounds" with "a little green", darkness and bitter cold, birds in a hustle to find food, critters moving hurriedly across the snow; and you, unable to wear sandals so that your beautiful, fresh pedicure could be seen.
Loved your poem, Jenn! You're amazing!
ReplyDeleteLoved the poetry.
ReplyDeleteLoved seeing your photographs.
My good wishes to you and yours for 2018.
All the best Jan