No snow yet, but I can dream and remember, and, now and then, write a poem. Winter Lullaby A cricket creaks its slumber song beside the fireplace glow, While posts and picket fence outside wear mounds of rounded snow. The winter eve is etched in white, all softness, still and deep, And, drowsy, watching […]
Jun 11, 2020
Rhymed Reminisces
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by Blanche Day Manos Don’t tell me they are gone, for I can see them still The house, the spring, the burr oak tree, the barn beneath the hill. I smell the sausage sizzling, I hear the rooster crow, The sounds and scents of each new day that woke me long ago. I feel the […]
Oct 15, 2018
Five Degrees Above Freezing
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It’s hard to believe, but the thermometer tells me it is thirty-seven degrees this morning! Five degrees above freezing? How’d that happen? Wasn’t it just a couple of weeks ago that we were sweltering under summer’s heat? When fall decided to make her appearance, she did so with a bang. She wasn’t shy. Last […]
