He went out as the morning sun,
Made new snow glisten bright.
The world was still, the air was cold
The storm passed with the night.
He carefully prepared his mount
With blankets and with tack,
The snow had stopped, the wind had died
He had cattle now to check.
The two of them moved carefully
Into the world of white.
Their breath streamed out behind them
Making clouds in morning light.
But it wasn’t long before he stopped
And looked about him there.
Then pulled his ‘cell phone from his coat
And dialed his wife with care.
“Hi, Hon!” he said with chatt’ring teeth,
Just thought I’d give a call,
To let you know I’m heading back,
Things don’t look good at all.”
“The snow out here’s too deep,” he said.
“It’s cold and wet, I’ve found.
It’s reached the tops of both my boots
It’s hard to get around.”
His puzzled wife said to her man.
“Your boot tops aren’t tall.
“I don’t see how a drift that deep
Could hamper you at all.”
Her husband frowned, “They don’t,” he said.
“Well, they don’t bother me.
But this poor horse I’m sitting on.
He simply cannot see.”
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| Daddy in winter . . . |
My poem today is part of a challenge.
My friend/intrepid leader, Karen issues them every month.
Poetry on a theme.
This month? Cold Days.
Right up my ski hill. So to speak.
Now that you've read mine, go and see what Karen and my other friends have constructed.
You'll be glad you did!
Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Cold Days Saga
Dawn of Cognitive Script: Ccccold Days
Lydia of Cluttered Genius shares Cold Days.
