Winter Home

a wintery sky blasts artic
air into the valley,
ice forms on windowsills
rain turns into ice
mommas rush children inside
fires in fireplaces burn,
silvery blue colors prevail
bare branches bow in the
windward gusts bushing
through trees and bushes,
limbs breaking
green leaves cracking
blistered lips of postmen
delivering the mail,
no shine of sun anywhere
no warmth surrounds
chilly fingers in mittens
frosty eyes of those
shoveling their drives,
winter has found a home.

January 23, 2025