Imbolc

Imbolc

Thirteen degrees
Making itself felt
Pouring through the
Window panes
Stopping me cold
In my tracks

Lonely hammock
Sits on the porch
Longing for a
Lazy lollygagger

A stack of good books
A cool glass of tea

Midwinter just two days away
Catches me dreaming
Of warmer days

JEHW
January 31, 2015

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2 Responses to Imbolc

  1. Joan says:

    I love the phrase, “longing for a lazy lollygagger.” and I eagerly await the opportunity to meet that lonely hammock’s longing.

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