These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Daily Fives

The Daily Fives forlorn in snow.
Will they be done as best in time?
Or will the white-out conditions grow
more white, and yet a bit sublime?

The Daily Fives with dusted limbs
of snow, that dance yet on the wind
as trees, that stand apart so slim
with darkish sticks, that sway, not bend.

The Daily Fives seem hard to do
when Life like blizzard blinds us quick.
Some images below the blue
are blurred by white stuff tossed so thick.

The Daily Fives, distinct and rare,
now stark against the white backdrop
do urge us on with writerly care
to find a writer's bumper crop.

line count: 16
poetry form: Quatrains of iambic tetrameter lines
prompt number: 3 (March 3rd, 2026)

by Jay O’Toole
on March 3rd, 2026