Lace on Wood

Written for:  Poetic Asides #507 – “Write a winter poem.”

Lace patterns on wood
slats. Squall of snow.
Barely enough to cover
a surface. Warning
of Winter’s arrival,
a wink. A day begun
in sun changes to smears
of gray. Clouds pucker
up and blow wailing
winds. Branches seemed
to swirl round and round.
Tomorrow the lace patterns
on wood slats will have
vanished. Winter is just
getting started.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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