nichepoetryandprose

poetry and prose about place

snowfall and summer

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snow rocking in hammock

~

envy

~

in the hammock

the snow rocks

gently, enthralled by

whispers

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.

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    Robin

    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?

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    dearrosie

    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

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      jane tims

      January 3, 2013 at 8:54 pm

  3. love the poem & the picture!

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    Sigrun

    January 2, 2013 at 7:38 am


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