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Winter Comes Early In the Mountains

Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped Wintry weather creeps down with passing days, The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped. Many of the larger critters are sadly trapped, For they have not adjusted to our urban ways Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped. Tall, spindly pines are in thin snowsuits wrapped In the wind a snow-laden limb melodically sways The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped. Native brown bears, fat and lazy, seem zapped As they search for a safe place while winter splays Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped. Before the snow can melt, it is once again lapped Piling up high, thwarting mountain hiking forays The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped. For years the mountain trails have been mapped It’s possible to enjoy those Christmas Eve sleighs Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped. Written October 29, 2022

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Constance La France

Date: 11/8/2022 10:42:00 AM

Milt, your poem is truly beautiful, I love the third person observations and descriptions, well done

L Milton Hankins
Date: 11/8/2022 12:46:00 PM

Thank you so much, Constance. I so appreciate your thoughtful and kind comment.

Joanna Daniel

Date: 11/3/2022 8:57:00 PM

A wonderful poem, Milt, with a difficult rhyme perfectly executed:)

L Milton Hankins
Date: 11/4/2022 8:04:00 AM

Thank you so much, Jo, for your thoughtful comment on my poem.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/31/2022 1:04:00 PM

Have you seen these bears? "Native brown bears, fat and lazy, seem zapped" you seem pretty knowlegeable about them!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 11/4/2022 8:05:00 AM

I have, Caren. Once we had to stop on the highway along about dusk while a bear and her cubs crossed. They ambled along like they didn't have a care in the world. It was wonderful to see them.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 10/29/2022 12:13:00 PM

You paint a stunning mountain image with your words Milton. Hope your weekend is going well. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/29/2022 1:01:00 PM

It is, Tom. Thanks so much. I appreciate your comment and am happy you enjoyed my poem.

Jim Slaughter

Date: 10/29/2022 11:19:00 AM

I'm a child/son of the West Texas desert, L M, so I can't really relate to a mountain scenario. But this excellent piece makes me think I would enjoy it immensely. I love "The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped".

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/29/2022 11:31:00 AM

Thanks so much, Jim. I have no idea what the West Texas desert is like this time of the year. I'd suppose it's still hot and dry, though chilly after the sun goes down?