Last Christmas
December 18, 2013
Card perfect view
From the bridge
Of the tumbling creek
between loaves of snow
But walk in those woods
Under the branches
heavy with snow
where the low grey stripped
limbs of hemlock
curl up toward
the overhanging branches
still needled and green
under their winter burden
Lichen dangles down
like grey green yarn
twisted and ready to skein
Filaments of frosted web
Hang like threads
Without ornaments
Alder cones cluster
on low bushes
orange red ash berries
pucker in the cold
The lake stretches
white with solid ice
to the other side
but open black water ripples
by the rush grown shore.
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BLT 
ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT!!! (My “seal of approval”—-Excellent poem…I’m just waiting for the snow to fall on my head!)
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BEWITCHING WORDS OF A WONDERFUL WINTER WALK.
Oh, well done! I felt like I was standing by that lake. I could almost feel the cold on my hands!