wood pops and shifts in the stove
far-off crows call to one other
tap tap on the keyboard
and faint ringing in my ears
a muffled thud in the far room, perhaps a mouse
refrigerator hums awake
an icicle releases from eaves
teakettle whispers, hisses, rumbles
a jay squawks for seed
and the plow guy roars up the driveway
That is a wonderful photo. I made it large so I could look deeply into it! Beautiful! Heat and ice.
ReplyDeleteThe plow guy kind of spoiled it all, didn't he?
ReplyDeleteLove your imagery until the plow guy joined in,
ReplyDeleteA beautiful photo and I enjoyed your words, a slice of life poem-even the plow guy.
ReplyDeleteit was good to hear the plow guy, actually! i'd been waiting for him since the night before!
ReplyDeleteThat pensive time at dawn, with all its subtle sounds-
ReplyDeleteIsn't the plow the call to action -to work, to the outside world? Not always what we want to hear but how New England.
Beautiful picture.
Your writing is so fresh and in the moment. It inspires me. ~ Andigirl
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