Wednesday, January 9, 2013



no snow
no ice
no sleet

only cool air
and dull grey brush

brown twiggy trees
call birds to rest
upon their brittle branches

even the moon
to light the sky

seeing a drab coat
upon the earth
no soft white blanket
to warm the wilted flora

animals scamper
at the sound of dry leaves
crunching beneath their feet

searching for that first sign
of green to burst through
the sad hard ground

photo and poem by audrey, 1-9-13


Anne Huskey-Lockard said...

Ah, January....the month that generally seems to go on forever here in the North.
We have lost most of our snow and are left with mud. Trees bare, ground asleep, everyone waiting for that first burst of Spring.
You too?


Corrine at said...

Oh my gosh, what beautiful words, and that sweet faced pup, well you know how I feel about that. xox

Linda Wildenstein said...

January does drag on....and you have written such great feeling words on that slow drama.
But you began with the very sweetest puppy face ever. Jake is just precious. Oma Linda

Jan said...

I love your poem, and the sweet photo too.