White powder icing
spread over the orchard limbs
-An April blizzard
Broken springtime promises
on an Easter Sunday morn
©2020 cj holm
The yellow area predicting 25 -26.5 inches of snow is directly over my little town 😦
Late winter snowstorm
getting shoved right down my throat
so much for tulips!
After blizzard ends
men must clear the roadway snow
birds just choose to fly
frosty white curtains
billow in wind piercing cries
dancing in snow storm
My third post! 40-50 mph winds blowing on the plains today, can’t see beyond the yard. Fireplace burns and cat is in my lap!
howling winter wind
carved furrows of dirt and ice
hot chocolate poured
Revised version – Thanks Lynn
howling winter winds
dance on fields of soil and ice
stirred my cocoa mug
Engine left to idle, heater placed on high
Another blizzard warning, another storm foretold
Bag packed, added provisions, should north winds start to cry.
Highway’s calling – must be going, through weather uncontrolled.
A frigid winters’ sunrise, grips the frosty air,
Cold light spills past the vista, releasing sun dogs for a run.
A frozen landscape speaking, challenging wanderers with a dare
The sun is up, ignore the cold, – today’s work must be done.
Postscript to picture
by Jack Holm
“I froze my butt more than once when I was a little kid walking that path with dad when he walked back and forth from our house to milk cows at Grandpa Holm’s. The picture is taken from the east side of the home place facing Calnon’s where Vernon Grant now lives. The trees on the left are the stand of Chinese Elms and to the right is the tree claim across the road from our house.
This is likely from the late 40’s. I remember a bull dozer coming out to plow a path to the hay stacks in late winter. We hauled hay in the winter using a hay wagon on runners pulled by horses. My part was stomping down the hay so dad could get more on the wagon. In the spring, a wall of ice and manure had been formed from the barn to the pump house where the cows had walked single file from the barn for water compacting the path as the snow accumulated. Dad had quite a battle to keep the stock tank insulated and clear of snow so the cows could get water twice a day. We had a hand pulled sled mounted on skis to carry skim milk in five gallon buckets to the hogs that were almost a hundred yards from the barn. Of course, we had to walk up hill with the full buckets. Cherished memories and good motivation to go on to college.”