Winter silence
Sometimes broken
By January rain
Ragged steel gray clouds bursting
Giant, heavy raindrops hammering
Rooftops
Windows
Pavement
Collecting in mucky puddles
Gushing noisily along curbs
Flooding ditches
Reverberating noises of Gleeful laughter
Splashing
Running
Frolicking
Feet stomping
Delighting in play
As darkness falls
The quiet calm returns
Cold, wet feet
Glowing velvety brown eyes
Rosy-cheeked grin
Before stepping inside
Her muddy boots
Would be the first to go…
Last summer I submitted a few of my poems to the Oasis Journal for publication.
This is the one they accepted!
in cahoots with muddy boots 
Congrats! The muddy boots must bring you good fortune 🙂 (Luck, you don’t need, you’re talented! But good fortune is good for everyone!)
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Thanks Snow! It’s nice to get recognition and positive feedback from people like you! I enjoy sharing my adventures in the world and kitchen. Maybe even inspire someone somewhere to cook something new or visit a place they would have never thought of traveling to before! 😀
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If I ever get inspired to cook, I’m definitely coming to your blog for recipes! At the moment I’m too lazy to cook, coz we don’t have room for a dishwasher and I hate doing the dishes afterwards 😉 Your photography is great, too!!!!
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Thanks! The dishwasher definitely helps! Plus I am lucky that my husband does the dishes much of the time, since I do the cooking! 😀 I’ll think of some recipes that require minimal clean-up!
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Okay, looking forward to that! 🙂
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I can see why the Journal selected this piece … echoes a winter day in the valley perfectly.
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Thanks Missy! ☔️😊
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Congrats, that’s quite a poem and beautiful images as well
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Thank you! And thanks for stopping by! 😊
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