Grandpa shares wisdom
Now, enjoy life’s tomorrow’s—
Grandson’s eager ear
Overnight’s deep snow
Children’s appetite for fun—
Now, nowhere in sight
Dad making breakfast
Eggs now scrambled left, then right—
Last night’s football game
A child is . . . such a knot of little purposeful nature!
Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.
Richard Eberhart (1904-2005) was an American poet who published more than two dozen books of poetry.
Book’s invitation
Surrounded by winter storm—
Staying cozy warm
Falling snow’s ballet
Flakes fluttering with each twist—
Dancing in child’s eyes
Snow’s “welcome back” tune
Playing and giggling outside—
Touched by every flake
Autumn’s graying face
Sunshine taking cover
Landscape’s serenity
Going undercover
Snowflakes in forecast
Temperatures plummet
What will overnight bring?
Joining winter’s summit
Morning cold descends
Snowfall blankets each road
Nature playing her cards
Covering each zip code
Snow calls in favors
Wintertime’s gifts galore
Arctic airstream arrives
Drafting each snowplow corps
Winter’s carousel
Endless fun disembarks
Children grab toboggans
Sledding’s snowy footmarks
Night’s cloud covering
Gentle rain tapping window—
Tranquility sings
Early morning hour
Glimmer of pre-dawn’s sunrise—
Blissful moments breathe
Clouds bursting open
Umbrella catches each drop—
Splashing through puddles
Big Sky Buckeye 