The three were known for venturing out.
Not ones for being in.
Their coats and gloves made them warm.
The hats and scarfs made them mad.
The buns they wore kept them tight.
The frames of life they adored.
I knew about them.
They made their mark.
Little did they know.
That someday we would write about them,
As they stood there in the snow.
What makes a woman real ?
I think it's her attitude.
The wrinkles in her skin tell all.
The things she did and knew.
No color could express the mood.
The one that they brought out.
The joy they felt each day
to be a woman in the snow.
~ JC ~
(I wrote this quick.
Busy today but wanted to get this out.
I love photos from the past.)
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10 comments:
A woman in the snow. I love that. I want to be one.
You are a better woman than I am. Today it is sleeting on Long Island. I dare not venture out with my car. Staying at home catching up on e-mails, making another batch of Chicken Soup, listening to the news radio, making plans to visit Kiawah Island, Charleston, South Carolina. It is peaceful to be home.
Bravo!!! Well done!
Another thing we have in old photos, I have one I will take a picture of and post. Kareen has all the others one I found. We have sleet and rain, snow on the way.
Great post! I love your writing!
beautiful... oh to inspire one. maybe one day i will...
Oh...your second stanza is magic! I really enjoyed your poem.
Wonderful write. Love the feel of the second stanza... Love the attitudes projected, captured in a single moment in time.
your words are magical.
lovely characterizing..
No color could express the mood
My Mgpie would beg to differ! LOL
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