Banner Mountain Girl # 66 Winter’s Night

As rain begins to turn to ice,
When sun sets,
Protect pets–
Subfreezing temps are never nice.
Mittens, cap
Fur-lined wrap.
The little birds arise in flight,
Feathers fluffed
Hanging tough.
They roost in trees in winter’s night.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

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Birds

 

 

Icicles at Walmart Parking Lot

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Winter Surprise

On winter days
when ice and snow come down,
I lounge in my old robe and laze
around the house and wear a wrinkled frown.
To pass  the time
I write upon a page,
a masterpiece without a rhyme.
To read it, one might think I’m quite a sage
for much to my surprise,
it wins the highest prize!

© 2015, Freeda Baker Nichols

This form is an Ercil: 4-6-8-10-4-6-8-10-6-6
Rhyme: a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-e-e