Poetry
Mood for Snow
The predicted snow
Suddenly descends,
Falling gently,
Touching leafless arms
Of maple trees,
Wings of sparrows,
Covering roofs
Of dark houses,
Suggesting a mood
Of increasing brightness –
The close,
Intermittent voice
Of wind.
– William Beyer
A Country Treat
Strawberry jellies,
and home-cured hams,
’taters and carrots
and sweet candied yams.
Warm bread from the oven,
fresh eggs chickens lay,
sausage and pancakes –
such feasts every day.
“Down-home cookin’”
just cannot be found
in larger cities or
towns all around.
This special talent
my mama was given –
of country livin’.
– Angie Monnens
Winter as Artist
Snow pelted in last night,
tapping east windows to
let us know our morning
world would glisten
in a radiance of crystals
topping every pine branch,
roof, rail, post and rut,
while all along the road
a whistling wind carved
cresting waves in drifts
as if some sea-keen sculptor
had sent a frozen ocean
curling far inland.
– Lois Muehl
Love
When it first comes
Our immaturity fails
To know it.
When it arrives late
We recognize it
And inherit
Its quiet companion,
Youth.
– Clyde L. Borg
Skating Parties
Remember cleaning the ice
with brooms, swishing snow
in short arcs ahead
of our sharp blades,
the white hillocks we piled
on either side shoved farther
still by sweepers next to us
until at last the pond,
glinting under winter moon,
lay bare. Then we could race,
twirl, circle, even glide
arm in arm, the crisp air
kissing our cold cheeks,
our bodies warm and glowing.
The grace notes of such easy
moves, such alabaster nights,
Still ring in memory.
– Lois Muehl
Double Meaning
“You don’t look your age”
Is what I was told.
Does that mean I look young
Or just really old?
– Guy Belleranti
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