Falling snow, child home sick in my bed
Tea and toast on a tray
Red cheeks, hollowed eyes, pale skin
My Other Half on a road heading away for too long
Hard hugs in the darkness, holding on
Monday morning blue and grey
From earth to sky, just grey
Snowflakes don't fall, they are shaken like in a globe
Every which way, the way I feel now
Late nights, long week, too tired to sleep
Children will get well
My Other Half will come home
The grey will melt into brown then grow green
The sky will be blue
Hope lies under the snow
Better Late Than Never
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A shout out to coaches who make their marks in many different ways, in ski
racing and beyond.
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Beautiful! Thanks for this poem. Lovely way to start the week!
ReplyDeletehope lies under the snow...there is always hope an spring will come. beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem. Over from SITS. Have a blessed week.
ReplyDeleteWinter is sure long, especially with all that going on. Wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteOoh! This is really pretty! I love writing in verse... wish I did more of it! Great job!
ReplyDelete:) robin
cinnamon & honey
Snow only makes it SEEM like hope is buried. Winter light just makes it harder to see. I think it's a test.
ReplyDeleteLovely verse.
Hi, I just stumbled on your blog when I was googling mine--last time I googled it no one had a blog with a similar name--mine is called "Blog as if no one is reading"--so we had the same idea! Nice poem--I also write poetry.
ReplyDelete(Now there's also a humane society blog called "Blog as though no one is reading.")