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Bright afternoon blues began to darken
Winter’s cold blanket prepares to descend
Snowflakes twirling and dancing, at first glance
Ol’ Man Winter, with a message to send
Grandfather clock proclaims each passing hour
Intricate flakes, magnified in their size
Winter’s harsh intensity growls and howls
Like a hungry wolf, seeking his one prize
Outside, barren landscape feels overwhelmed
Pristine white now nature’s color tonight
Modest cabin remains toasty and warm
Ancient kitchen stove consumes wood all night
Staying indoors, cozy and safe
Snowy frenzy roars, no ending in sight
Minutes turn to hours, forwarding to days
Snowbound but home, never a hopeless plight
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Originally published February, 2020.
Big Sky Buckeye 
“Snowbound but home” certainly evokes memories for me. There’s nothing like watching a snow storm from the warmth and safety of ‘inside.’
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Linda, I totally agree. Much better to be looking out through home’s window instead of the car’s windshield.
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Home is the keyword.
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Thank you Anneli for sharing the significance of this single word.
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Homeward tomorrow – blue sky & sunshine here but temperature -18 at home. Not in a hurry to get there!
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Safe travels Jan! If you’re lucky, you’ll miss the latest round of Arctic cold.
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Thank you, Dick. Yes, we missed the Arctic blast, but our car had 5” of snow and crusted ice on it – and it took Bob an hour to scrape off enough for us to be able to creep home on the icy roads. We sure got in on the effects of the -20 stuff! Brrrr!!
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Praise God for watching over both of you.
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I’ve not had snowbound experiences like these; perhaps one day!
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My Montana memories fill these verses.
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Awww TY for sharing those memories through the poem
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