Wednesday, December 6, 2017

First Frost (Day 322)

The saga of Roy G. Biv, unpresidential president, will continue tomorrow. He needed a mental-health day. Meanwhile...Winter.


Yesterday evening, a front blew 
through, stealing the last warm 
days, leaving our corner of 
the world shivering and serious. 
This morning, we are hunting 
spare blankets in unused closets, 
pulling on thick wool socks, 
and seeking the slippers 
mysteriously missing since May.
Now is a heavenly time to 
sit back and consider the spring. 
These long nights are sublime 
for leafing through gardening 
catalogs, planning vacations, 
and pondering roads that 
diverge in the woods up ahead. 


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Note: Source of the final two lines is The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost, whose poetry I have always loved. 

Image: Kellepics