A yellow orb above sparks snow below;
the postal truck left tracks a bit ago.
It’s time to don my boots and go outside;
the clunky ones that force a wider stride.
I’m bundled up a little less than Monday;
the ice agrees and drips from all the eaves.
I’m wary as I parse the glittered veil
for underneath a slipper taunts; a grey
slick garment pads mid-winter’s cold ballet.
Eureka smiles; a card arrived. Ooh! Yay!
Dedicated to the lovely poets and artists in the postcard exchanges.
Ingrid is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Ingrid says:
So, this week, I challenge you to write a poem in iambic pentameter. You can choose either blank verse (in which the pentameter is unrhymed) or a form such as a sonnet or villanelle. Ideally, you will take a walk as you work out the lines: either around your living room, in your garden, or perhaps out in nature.