Poetry

by Jim Muirhead


tongues …

white
pure white
snow
floating
falling
a tongue
licks out
to pull it in
to taste
to touch
melting snow
you have
it now
floating
falling
white
pure white
snow
melting snow
once more
tongues
lick out
to try
and
catch
the taste
the touch

Scent of Winter

I love the smells of winter:
The pans of gingerbread,
The smells of wood and ashes,
And old quilts on the bed,
The friendly smells of boots and skates,
And the fresh smell of new snow,
The wondrous smells of Christmas pines
And holly and mistletoe.
I love the smells of winter;
And even the flowers of spring
Can’t quite compare with all the joys
The smells of winter bring.