Fridge Space

snow falls higher
than my shoulder blades
buries sprawling sumac
cold seeps indoors
utility meter spins but
heat hides til summer

when frosting in my space
is too nasty to bear
I prop open the fridge door
bask in warmer air


Sunday Scribblings prompt

Yes, I'm still whining about winter. For no good reason.

poems and digital photos

Literal Ear

This is a literal response - my shovel and I are spending far too much time together. I swear I hear the snow fall. The silence gets louder and louder. Now I'm off to bed for a little rest before the next inches require relocation.

computer fan hums
creates background
for my breath on hold

while I search for
the word that resonates
to a reader's ear

silent and sneaky
night snows fat flakes
...morning's first sound

'$#(@)(%)'
my voice calls out to me,
gotta go shovel again!'





Totally Optional Prompts asks for What do you Hear?

poems and digital photos