Barefoot Snowman

Barefoot Snowman

Barefoot Snowman

I fly and I fly and what do you know?
I see a big man made of snow!

From high in the sky I look far below
I see an angel made of snow.

I fly and I fly but where can I go
to find ice cream made of the snow?

I fly and I fly and I do not know
where to find shoes made of the  snow.

Then I find them hiding high in the blues–
the snow ice cream and the snowshoes!

I eat and I eat big bowls of snow cream
and fall asleep to dream and dream.

I fly and I fly whenever I choose
to sled the skies in my snowshoes.

c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols

Just a little rhyme to bring a smile three days before Christmas, 2012, because the weather man is forecasting a white Christmas night in the South.

The Snows of Banner Mountain

The snows of Banner Mountain
made a rug for rabbit’s feet.
The snows fell in the night-time
to become our morning treat.
Snowballs whizzed all around us
as we played out in the snow.
Snow angels guarded over us
in our childhood long ago.
Vanilla-flavored snow ice cream
turned into our favorite dish
when the snows of Banner Mountain
made for real our winter wish.

Snow Fell in the Nighttime

Snow Fell in the Nighttime

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Merry Christmastime –Haiku 12/12/12

red, blue, yellow, green
strings of lights hang on houses
Merry Christmastime

soft touch of snowflakes
sticking to the windowpane
fireplace all aglow

sparrow in barn loft
roosting on a bale of hay
sheep in the meadow

*shepherds in the field
near the town of Bethlehem
the night Christ was born

our Lord– the reason
why bright lights hang on houses
red, blue, yellow, green

(*Re: King James Bible,  Luke 2: 7 & 8)

c Copyright 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols

Protected Species

Birds in Winter

Birds in Winter

Snowbirds
scratch for tidbits
before the storm’s fury;
cold winds leave birds restless but not
hungry.

Robins
peck at red worms
wriggling in mushy mud
after the downpour of spring rain
has stopped.

Bluebirds
feed mouthy babes
in early summertime
broken wings of flying insects,
and worms.

Sparrows
on rafters build
nests in hay-filled barn loft
where Someone keeps close watch in case
one falls.

c Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols

This poem is a Cinquain Sequence

Quotes from my diary and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“I am never indifferent and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.”  Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Excerpt from my 1980 diary:  ” I understand this quotation by Longfellow. My writing, too, is a part of me and I want people to like it. I must realize,  of course, that not all people will like what I write, just as not all people like me. I must learn to be content with those who do like me.”

Freeda Baker Nichols