Friday, February 4, 2011

Friday with Icing

Ah,  fleet of wee flickering flakies,
I beg you come and see
what a wonderful winter gathering
I have planned for thee. 

Up high upon my arms of fur,
lies a rosy roost for all.
Upon each busty branch of needles
all gatherers reign tall!

For when we gather together
joining voices on a bough,
the song we tell the world portrays
the magic of  'just now'.


(apologies to all poets everywhere)


  1. No apologies required. The rhymes attract attention to the icing on the trees.

    Very prettily done.

    Lynn Marie

  2. Phew! Thanks Lynn Marie! I was worried....

  3. Very nice! I like your photos of the snow on the Christmas tree branches. It reminds me of the scene from "Jeremiah Johnson" when he struggles to make a fire and then the tree branch dumps snow on his newly-made fire.

  4. Haha! I remember that scene! Memories triggered by images. Thanks Ron!