Summer Snowmen migrate for Winter
Summer Snowmen migrate for Winter
Coils of worm earth solid as stoneGarden mess in turmoil now
Green on green and overgrown
Coils of worm earth solid as stoneGarden mess in turmoil now
Green on green and overgrown
Cook’s food dormant
Veg. plot low
Creepy crawlies all in bed
Hiding from the snow
Creak the doors that swell with moisture
Float the sodden leaves through drain
Compost sleeps and all is quiet
Pitter patter tip toe rain
Apples fridged, fresh imported
Quilted covers cosy toes
Long the shadows, branch lines sorted
Hearth fires spit as each one glows
Cups of cheer on tables welcome
Parties out – no mess to clear
Bring the pot roast to the hungry
Hurry fingers Winters here.
© Grant
Background:
The HoBB was covered in snow. I’d been out taking photos. I sat down by the log fire and started looking at illustrations by Scarf, Tomlinson, Emett, Rackham, and Heath Robinson. I then did an online search for welders to help me build the hood of a Steam Punk iron forge. As the fire burnt, wrote and edited this poem many times until it appeared to dart like a mayfly at a storytelling round, not always sure of where it is going or where it should land. If you share the moments in the poem you will be in the same mood as I was then. If not, here’s some of the snow images for you:
The HoBB was covered in snow. I’d been out taking photos. I sat down by the log fire and started looking at illustrations by Scarf, Tomlinson, Emett, Rackham, and Heath Robinson. I then did an online search for welders to help me build the hood of a Steam Punk iron forge. As the fire burnt, wrote and edited this poem many times until it appeared to dart like a mayfly at a storytelling round, not always sure of where it is going or where it should land. If you share the moments in the poem you will be in the same mood as I was then. If not, here’s some of the snow images for you:

(Comments Closed)
Adrian Waldorf – Hmm… fun!, but i don’t see what mood you were in when you wrote it?
GrantoftheHoBB – Thanks Adrian. I was in a fun mood when I started writing the thing, and through writing it, ended up in a “Mood-Swing”
Nocturnal Rogue – I love season themed poems and I enjoyed reading this. My favourite lines were; ‘Creak the doors that swell with moisture
Float the sodden leaves through drain’ Nice!
Float the sodden leaves through drain’ Nice!
