They emerge slowly
like hibernating bears
coming forth after a
storm hesitating
watching
moving about
They begin to shovel
snow and to scrape
icy automobiles in
hopes of venturing
out but they
remain unmoved
One gentleman wields a
camera focusing on
his laurel hedge
photographing
something
then disappears
Children begin to sled
throwing snowballs
laughing the cold
forgotten then
darkness
all is quiet
© January 2012
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
if some alien watched our movements he sure will think like this. 🙂
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Thank You! I felt as though I was evesdropping but love to watch people and so found it curious as to what they all were doing out in the cold.
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just loved the sketch. its veryy beautiful renee.
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Thanks Trisha! I tried to just do what I call ‘free sketch’ to see what would happen and this is the result.
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I get fed up of shoveling it but I’m not going to utter a word of complaint or, tempt fate, so far, so good.
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We don’t get the snow you do but this week it caught up with us. The worse storm they say in 20yrs. I had to break a sheet of ice off the car this morning. It is like a skating rink outside and some 300,000 people in the area are without power.
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Lovely poem Renee along with your art work.. I expect we can expect colder weather moving in from the states soon as we usually get the tail end of what ever has blown your way on the Jet stream.. xx
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I didn’t think about you getting something of ours coming your way but I guess it would. Hopefully it will just be a bit and not much. Thank You!
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