Dear Winter




Dear Winter

With anticipation, I imagine you are with

your usual entourage this week, at a

pre-party event featuring meteor showers.


Lace-winged snow clumps will spiral

downward, loosened from nimbus clouds, 

just as I open the curtains in the morning.


A night of cold complete with thin

ice sheets that crackle and explode

when we walk to collect the newspaper.


Delft jays will shout from bare branches

every stalk and bent seed head will sparkle

frost sequins under the moonlight.


Finally, a shooting star will blaze when

we bring in the cat, the last thing at midnight.







About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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2 Responses to Dear Winter

  1. Sharon Ann Harmon says:

    Nice poem


    • Thanks! I wrote this while I waited for the December meteor showers to begin, and no matter how cold it is, it’s wonderful to see a sshooting star streak past. I get giddy.


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