Thursday, December 8, 2016

POETRY FRIDAY: "Bus Stop in December"



Bus Stop in December

My mailbox wears a cap of snow—
A cardinal plays its feather—
Morning’s ruddy fluff
In whiteout weather.

It’s cold enough
To shape each breath I blow—
I rub my palms together—
Awaiting night at three below.



© 2016 Steven Withrow, all rights reserved

6 comments:

Alice Nine said...

Cardinals! One of my childhood favorites. Love your lines "It’s cold enough
To shape each breath I blow—" That is just too cold.

Myra Garces-Bacsal said...

"whiteout weather" - now that is indeed, something.
We have the sun the whole year round here in Singapore, with our tropical climate. Glad to read about all these white wintry stuff so unfamiliar to us.

Brenda Harsham said...

Brr! I need a blanket over my knees after reading your poem. Very evocative of winter.

Jone MacCulloch said...

I wish we had cardinals. They are so beautiful. I love "ruddy fluff" and the mailbox wearing a cap of snow.
Love winter and the poems they bring.

Mary Lee said...

Brr!!

Steven Withrow said...

Thanks, all!