poetry and prose about place

snowfall and summer

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snow rocking in hammock




in the hammock

the snow rocks

gently, enthralled by


of fireflies

owl calls


wind harasses

the pines

mutters them miserable

snow fall ceases

stars punctuate

indigo sky


snow dwindles

shrinks and sublimates

the hammock cradles

a frail cadaver, swings

in obedience to

winter storm



Copyright  Jane Tims  2013

Written by jane tims

January 2, 2013 at 7:00 am

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  1. Ohhh… this is so lovely, Jane.



    January 11, 2013 at 3:45 pm

  2. wow that’s lovely. Both the poem and the photo! Do you always leave the hammock out in the winter?



    January 3, 2013 at 12:41 am

    • Hi. No, we usually bring it in. The season just overtook me this year. Oh well. At least the snow can pretend it’s summer! Jane


      jane tims

      January 3, 2013 at 8:54 pm

  3. love the poem & the picture!



    January 2, 2013 at 7:38 am

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