Poetry

Winter is

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in the air as I stand out in the field, loving this place I call home.

Even though winters here are brutal, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

I know everything about this place and all that there is to see and feel and experience, but each season always brings me something new to see and feel and remember.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

We hadn’t

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expected this little bit of snow to appear on this day of the week.

For it just didn’t feel that cold out for snow to fall or for it to stick either.

But, here we were as we looked up from all the rushing around the shop this morning to see the little flakes falling from the sky and lay so nicely down on the pathway between each store.

It looked so nice as if it belonged there and we have no say in the matter, but we all agreed  as we had so hoped that winter was over and spring would soon appear.

But, the cold was in the air again and we soon begun to bundle up again and leave early so that we wouldn’t have to rush when the weather got so bad that traveling would not be likely or safe.

Oh how we know winter looks nice in a picture but is not so fun to be in the moment when it throws all your plans off and makes you not want to go out for freezing your butt off isn’t something you want to accomplish this season at all.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes