Short Snowbanks Poems

High snowbanks surround
Slush puddles frozen on street
Seagull atop pole.











An Haiku from Your Window contest
Carol Fillmore...

Read More

quicksilver
he chases the  squirrel
into the icy field
snapping
branches trap him
until they break
keen
eyes on the chase
skimming over snowbanks
he wins...

Read More

quicksilver
he chases the  squirrel
into the icy field
snapping
branches trap him
until they break
keen
eyes on the chase
skimming over snowbanks
he wins...

Read More

~Towns in the Moonlight~




              Nestled in snowbanks, bright.
              Just past the old, wooden bridge.
              Sounds of angels’ wings.


                     

                         11/26/2021...

Read More

Winter fairies tunnel deep in snowbanks
pop up here and there- unleashing a prank
they're fond of black ice pie
canning fruit and fireflies
above each of their doors hangs a snowflake.

Come spring they have to be on the caution
when the skyline pocks with blackbird and hawk
if they let their shields rest
bones will line every nest 
and their souls will become wee puffs of chalk....

Read More

WAITING   FOR  SPRING  IN  PRIMORSKAYA


River still frozen                            
Sharp wind cuts                           
Sun-bright   ground                       
 

Clear blue sky                                
Breath fogs  air                              
Threadbare snow-blanket           


Snowbanks reveal shrubs            
Ducks wait daily                            
Spring arrives soon...

Read More

Walk across the frozen fields
Inhale the frosty air
Nap before a blazing fire
The tall tales that we share
Etching angels in the snow
Reward the inner child

Wage a friendly snowball fight
Obsess, let joy run wild
Nutmeg eggnog with cinnamon
Deep snowbanks edge the lane
Everything is fresh and new
Replacing autumns wane
Lakes attract the skaters
And to hills the skiers go, I'm
Never more alive then when I'm
Dancing in the snow...

Read More

Mini, musical meowing, eight weeks old, smaller than
Icicles hanging from the porch, she slips into the
Snowbanks, a frock of fluffed-out fur, dashes in, nestles on
Tissue paper, a tiny tiger with stripes of gray, now pouncing on
Lights blinking, there-gone, there-gone, where? her
Eyes a green mirror of mine, now she is
Tangled in tinsel, crouching butt-wiggle, batting
Ornaments and chewing ribbon, scaling our
Everest of a tree, my Christmas kitten I named Mistletoe.

12/19/18



...

Read More