Home Beyond Fences
Where the beauty of clean white snow
fenced in, surrounds, surrenders to
the epitome of your yard
and silence falls with downy flake.
Where trees are frosted — each cranny,
the twigs, lean, long branches, the bough.
Acorns no longer occupy
and Autumn leaves are fallen dust.
Rooftops in reveille snow-peek
over the knotted wooden fence.
Glazed, iced — like a gingerbread house.
Slanted roof of a neighbor’s ‘bode.
Bodes well — Winter’s vanilla shake.
Hope of healing hands in friendship.
Dizzy, warm and cold, full with gifts
not for the taking; forgiving.
12/28/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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