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 the breath I blow.
I rub my palms together.
By night it will be three below.
© 2016 Steven Withrow, all rights reserved
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Cardinals! One of my childhood favorites. Love your lines "It’s cold enough
To shape each breath I blow—" That is just too cold.
"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.
Brr! I need a blanket over my knees after reading your poem. Very evocative of winter.
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.
Brr!!
Thanks, all!