Rainy Day is not normally a fan of cold weather; however, as long as she has heat, and shelter, and doesn't have to venture forth it's all right. Snow is an added bonus – if one is going to be stuck inside, one should have beauty upon which to gaze. Rainy Day gets up in the morning, and usually greets the daylight with a cup of coffee, and her note pad, while rocking in her Grandmother's chair in the Frog Room. Yes, she writes poetry, mostly short poems, of a haiku style.
Locust Tree with Seed Pods |
Seed pods
in locust tree
wear white bridal veils
House Sparrow Nesting Box |
Snow falls
wind blows
more snow falls
Ice Covered Drain Chain |
Icicles melt
one drop
at a time
Snow wraps
my world in
a muffler of silence.
Through the Window Screen |
Inside, looking out |
Snow covers my slanty windows.
I am warm and happy
inside watching out.
And, in the interest of honesty, it is now 45 degrees out her house, but when these pictures were taken, these poems written, it was much closer to 24 degrees out there!
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