Poem: Inbetween

It’s getting to be that time

Of putting a sweater on, then taking it off

Not knowing what to wear in the morning when you go to work

The time of swirling leaves drifting off the trees while I walk

And acorns hitting me on the head

Watching the shouting geese

Pointing their arrow head to a warmer place

The pellet stove kicks in now and again

While the dog curls up at my back at night

I pull the second blanket from the closet

And contemplate socks for bed

Sip hot tea instead of iced

Watch my flowers wilt and brown

See swooping groups of rushing birds

Flying far away from snow and cold

Dark time approaches

Time to tuck in and contemplate

Seeds are resting in earth’s cool belly

My soul is coiled waiting to spring

Soon the snow will fall and blanket it all

And the hush of winter’s white will quietly settle in


8 thoughts on “Poem: Inbetween

  1. I so miss the changing season, since retiring in Florida four years ago. Especially, the fall colors and the snow falling. But, I do not mist the cold weather of winter in Wisconsin. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.

  2. I’ve always lived where it gets cold. My Mom has lived in Florida for many years now. I have contemplated moving to a warmer climate, but so far I can’t bring myself to do it. Every winter I threaten though…ugh. I’m glad you can live vicariously through my poem! šŸ™‚

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