Monday, January 27, 2025
Poems on ice
Good job with this wintry theme! I especially liked CraigA's work:
Night temps in the teens:
Warm gas fireplace with good book,
and a touch of Makers!
Warm gas fireplace with good book,
and a touch of Makers!
Christine probably shouldn't visit Minnesota right now:
Landed in Tampa
Late yesterday evening
Needed my mittens
Brrrrr, house was sixty⁰
Heat ran nonstop through the night
Sleeping beneath down.
Late yesterday evening
Needed my mittens
Brrrrr, house was sixty⁰
Heat ran nonstop through the night
Sleeping beneath down.
IPLawGuy is off on a tangent (but I like it):
She's as cold as Ice
I never did like that song
Cold weather, I like!
I never did like that song
Cold weather, I like!
Jill Scoggins speaks the truth:
Pretty the first day
Still pretty the second. Come
the third, slushy mess.
Still pretty the second. Come
the third, slushy mess.
And of several anonymous entries, I liked this one the best:
Like a scimitar
Ice sliced through me, troika leapt
Minnesota sled.
Ice sliced through me, troika leapt
Minnesota sled.
