Many thanks to Whispers and Echoes for first publishing Sideway Snow. The site features short poems.
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Sideway Snow | Mark Tulin
My soul buried deep in the jaws of a blizzard
My heart yearns for a fiery hearth,
flannel-lined pants to lessen the chill,
insulated boots to keep the frostbite at bay,
and a furry hat to protect my chaffed pate
I keep trudging, or I’ll lose my faith
A clear sidewalk is my only salvation
A promise that Spring will be arriving
Sideway snow pummels my face
As I tangle with nature’s snowy fate.
Crow On The Wire 
Gorgeous! 🕊
Thank you, Snapdragon 😊
Thanks for thinking of us, Mark! I hear the snowplow going by as I write this.
Don’t forget to put on Bernie’s mittens before leaving the house. 🙂
Funny you should mention Bernie’s mittens. My husband has ordered the two of us Bernie sweatshirts.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Stay warm during this cold winter. 👩🏽💻⛄️
We are doing well so far. Although Winter, even in Texas make this California Boy a little homesick!
😊😁✨✨
I’m a Philly boy, and I still feel homesick even when there’s a blizzard.
Brrr! I can feel the chill, but I doubt my imagination is that accurate.
Had to wear my flannel lined pants. And that wasn’t enough.
I’ve been there!
Excellent imagery, Mark! Brrrrrr!