warm room
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.
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within
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winter lays a cheek against the glass pecks at the window
rattles the door
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the room is a yellow lattice on the snow a frail package
of warmth firelight a quilt the pages of a novel
kneading paws
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field mice and ermine etch fleet trails in the thicket breathe
in the velvet space beneath the fir
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kettle and cat are purring
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© Jane Tims 2000
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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
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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
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jane tims
March 5, 2012 at 6:40 am
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.
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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
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jane tims
March 4, 2012 at 10:14 am
I love this poem. You capture the feeling of the warmth inside on a stormy day. Wonderful!
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Carol Steel
March 3, 2012 at 11:33 am
Hi Carol. Glad you like my poem! Jane
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jane tims
March 3, 2012 at 9:10 pm
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”…
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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
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jane tims
March 3, 2012 at 9:09 pm