by J.L. O'Dell
Short Poem About Winter
When the cold comes from the north
and the warmth retreats south,
it’s that time of year
when you can see your breath leave your mouth.
White powder crushes beneath your feet.
There is more coming, you know.
This year no one gets off cheap.
The air mixes and flakes take flight.
They form together, a figure takes shape.
It’s a familiar sight I can’t mistake.
But I cannot utter his name,
as the rules dictate.
My roof is covered in white powder.
A sled can land, then take flight.
The chimney is clean and big enough,
to handle his girth and that bag of stuff.
When his visit is over
And the reindeer take flight
I know they’ll be empty
That glass and plate
When this year is over,
the new one begins.
And once again renewal,
of color upon the land.
Free Form, Verse
A poem about winter without using the following words: snow, ice, snowman, blizzard, Santa, Christmas, New Year's, wind