The Visual Sights I See
A trivial bit of snow right outside my front door
The creek slowly moving below
This sight I see every year usually with more deer
The wood stove is burning keeping me warm
With smoke pouring out its pipe twirling up into the sky
The fresh sent of wood burning is like a perfume
To a woodcarvers sense of smell
With bacon and eggs sizzling on top of the stove
Coffee percolating drip by drip adds to this delicious smell
Honk, honk, beep, beep I do not hear
I hear only deer jumping and playing in the snow
This silence so deafening my ears are hurting form a lack of sound
As I eat my breakfast looking out my front door
Gazing on this snow covered sight
Poetry attacks me and words flow though my mind
Trying to give you a taste of what I see
Enjoying this breakfast with me
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
