Close Up of Ice Crystals

It’s a frigid -26 Celsius with ice crystals in the air so I thought I would post a winter poem 🙂

Edward Gates
From: Heart’s Cupboard

the wind beats snow
against my house

threads hang from the coat of a man
filling the cracks in his home

last night a man with black hair
drank beer by the well house

he laughed through a crack in the door
I put more wood on the stove

I am warm leaning back
on the legs of his old chair

4 thoughts on “Brrr!

  1. Meghan Jones says:

    Some vivid images in this poem. As I read it I thought of Robert Service’s poem “The Cremation of Sam McGee” where Service writes: …talk of your cold! through the park’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail…” Edward Gates even has a little of the cadence of Service’s poem. Just my observation. Good to read someone new, though!

  2. Meghan Jones says:

    Stupid autocorrect! It should read, parka’s fold

  3. Love the poem. Stay warm!

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