Frosty Man

Frosty Man

Frosty Man

The Frosty Man will soon appear
to sprinkle bits of ice on grass
to make it die and disappear,
then cover ponds with  looking-glass.

The Frosty Man will come and stay
for months, as children don ear muffs,
soft leggings warm, cut out of wool,
and mittens with elastic cuffs.

The Frosty Man will skip and dance
in snow that’s cold enough to freeze.
He’ll figure-skate in my backyard
and whirl about like tumbling leaves.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

This Children’s Poem . . .

. . . To my readers,
This children’s poem is still in progress. Sometimes a poem is in progress for years before it’s complete. Amazing, isn’t ?  But I enjoy this poem and want to share it along with my photos. I hope you enjoy it, too, and that some of you might read it to your children or grandchildren. Thanks.

Blue lily, day lily,
what do you say, lily?
Have you seen Felicia,
the filly?

She jumped over the jonquils
out there by the pond
and pranced through the peonies
down in the front yard.
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Blue lily, day lily,
what do you say, lily?
Where will Felicia,
the filly,
spend cold winter days?

There in the mountains of snow
where Red River rushes with glee,
where cowboys no longer chase horses
and horses forever run free.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
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Sleet Keeps Fallin’ in the Ozark Foothills

p, that winter storm Titan is here! Sleet is falling and looks like snow on the ground.  Thunder is rumbling. I won't grumble. Plenty of feed in this tray. And there'll be more feed tomorrow. Some people you can count on. The Mr. who lives in that house is one of 'em, and the Mrs. who lives there carries a camera by every window to practice taking photos. You'd think she has enough by now. :)

Yep, that winter storm Titan is here! Sleet is falling and looks like snow on the ground. Thunder is rumbling. I won’t grumble. Plenty of feed in this tray. And there’ll be more feed tomorrow. Some people you can count on. The Mr. who lives in that house is one of ’em, and the Mrs. who lives there carries a camera by every window to practice taking photos. You’d think she has enough by now. 🙂

A Dear Jane Email

snow #4 005Today, a snow came cold and damp and white.
It blanketed a bed of crocus blooms.
The tender blossoms bowed to winter’s blight
and yielded to its deep, ice-crusted tombs.

Falling snow drifted high near
evergreens where you
and your new girl walked
by light of a full moon.

My laptop screen revealed your “Dear Jane” note
in fonts enlarged and black upon display.
It only took a second to delete.
Today, a snow came cold and damp and white..

© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols