First Snow (a poem)

First Snow

Written December 1st, 2012

Morning light blinding bright

Through a frost crackled window

Split the shades; could it be?

Tufts of grass sprinkled across a white sea

Trees gently frosted like cakes

Sugar snow layered over frozen arms

Icy fingers reaching for a dappled cloudy sky

Seasonal Spirit (a poem)

Seasonal Spirit

Written October 1st, 2011

The cold surrounds a small house

Moving in with surprising, silent speed

Fingers of frost reach across the window pane

A warm orange glow radiates from the other side

A family gathered around a friendly hearth

Holding back the cold and keeping it tame

With mugs of steaming cocoa at their side

And loaves of toasty pumpkin bread

Fresh from the stove; they keep good mirth

The children huddle on the floor of blankets

Proud parents on the couch holding each other

Looking on with a quiet smile

The cat perches on a shoulder

And the large dog squeezes into a lap

As they smile and laugh they seem not to notice

That outside it only gets colder

Winter Rant (thoughts, rant)

Winter Rant

I hate winter.
Winter forces you to be confined inside until that rare occasion occurs when you're feeling spirited enough to brave the cold, bundle up, and roll around in the snow for a few hours until you can't feel your toes.
For me, that rare occasion only occurs once or twice every winter.
Every other day besides those two, the awful cold foreces me to become the couch's prisoner and to nearly suffocate from the boredom of being trapped inside the house (a glorified box) for any long period of time.