poetry and prose about place

warm room

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We had another snow storm last night.  In our winter climate, can anything compare with being settled in a warm room with a cup of tea, perhaps reading a good book, and listening to the storm throw handfuls of ice-pellets at the window glass?

As I write this, I know everyone is not so fortunate.






winter lays a cheek against the glass   pecks at the window

rattles the door


the room is a yellow lattice   on the snow   a frail package

of warmth   firelight   a quilt     the pages of a novel

kneading paws


field mice and ermine etch    fleet trails in the thicket   breathe

in the velvet space beneath the fir


kettle and cat are purring




©  Jane Tims  2000

Written by jane tims

March 3, 2012 at 7:49 am

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  1. Jane, the phrases in this poem softly caress. It is simply lovely, and conveys that lovely sense of being warm and cozy inside on a stormy wintery day beautifully. I salute you for your ability with words – and thank you for your encouragement of my posts. Jane


    Robby Robin's Journey

    March 4, 2012 at 1:49 pm

    • Hi. I am glad you like the poem. We won’t have many more winter days to ‘enjoy’! Jane


      jane tims

      March 5, 2012 at 6:40 am

  2. What a huge quantity of snow – I love how it outlines the branches. I’m wondering when Spring will arrive in your part of the world – we’ve got lots of primroses flowering in the garden & the daffodils have just about finished!. I like the poem- it’s very evocative.


    Sonya Chasey

    March 4, 2012 at 8:00 am

    • Hi. It will be a while before spring. We tap the maple trees for sap and the days haven’t been warm enough for that yet. You have daffodils! I am jealous. Jane


      jane tims

      March 4, 2012 at 10:14 am

  3. I love this poem. You capture the feeling of the warmth inside on a stormy day. Wonderful!


    Carol Steel

    March 3, 2012 at 11:33 am

  4. Yup, I love that cozy, tucked in feeling to be enjoyed in the winter. I love the reflected blues in your photo and the line, “kettle and cat are purring”…


    Barbara Rodgers

    March 3, 2012 at 10:37 am

    • Hi Barbara. Thanks for your comments. The blue stained-glass snowfake is a gift from my son at Christmas, made by a local artist. To tell the truth, my kettle does anything but purr… it has a whistle with an ear-piercing shriek! Jane


      jane tims

      March 3, 2012 at 9:09 pm

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