erikestabrook

The sky is churning, rumbling today
though I can't understand what its trying to say

blue sky to my eye is now pale grey

maybe its a warning of winters chill
and bad times near,
for in it I still wander like a reckless child


the first dusting of snow
like delicate powdered sugar
drifts its way to land on fresh faces

the snow floats to my window
like little white pixies
climbing on the wind

I haven't forgotten how surprises come,
so much after times where none came to appear

and I cherish every blessing far and near.

MsJacquiiC

I liked this stanza best ERIK, as it really epitomizes the title of "Bustle in the Air" --- it gives the poem or more light feel, whereas the warning in the 3rd stanza made me cringe a bit, as I've always liked the winter season, it's special to me actually, especially when the snow falls --- It just automatically gives me a feeling of familiarity and warmth...

At anyrate - I like how you tied the poem up with blessings. A nice write = Thanx for sharing it with us!

Jacquii.

ps - is the snow stickin' in VA - I bet it's just beautiful!

erikestabrook

yeah msJ some of the snows sticking,

I love snow too msJ,
glad my poem wasn't that bad

Benny

Erik...well done! Snow makes me sit back and think also....

erikestabrook

thanks Benny

Sally Roberts

Greetings to you Erik:

As I sit here in the chilly morning, I see white flakes of new snow swirling about. Which makes your lovely poem in tune with my wintery scene right through my frosted window.
What a splendid way to begin my day.

Thanks for sharing

Blessings

erikestabrook

cool thats what I saw too