Hoar frost

Hoar frost greeted me when I first looked out of my window this past morning. What a beautiful sight.

The trees and fences were completely covered with a snow-white film that I knew would be sparkling with diamonds the moment the sun peaked over the eastern tree line.

It was time for me to get my butt in gear and get out and enjoy it.

By the time I so placed my shorts, socks, shirt and blue jeans, the eastern sky was glowing the softest of pink, indicating a cloudy afternoon.

It was time that I donned my heavy vest, winter coat and shoes, and by aborting my usual breakfast time for an hour or so, I could get out and enjoy the sparkling landscape just as the sun peaked over the hillside..

When I looked out over what we refer to as the back 40 of the farm, it was true, in thought, that Mother Nature had made me a multi-million heir several times over. Diamonds sparkled everywhere on everything. Wow! There is no way that man can improve on nature’s beauty.

But knowing that I’ll be completely bankrupt again with the diamonds all gone within the hour, and knowing also that the wooded boundaries of thought deviate on occasion, allowing me to make no apologies for the use or abuse of poetic license, I have managed to scribble some words on a piece of frozen cardboard torn from the lid of a discarded box.

I’ll title it “So Goes My Day.”

The sun is up,

My heart is beating.

The sky is blue,

White clouds not weeping.

The day is ours

To loaf and play,

Or listen to what

The birds have to say.

We can romp or run,

Or sit in the sun,

But we better get moving,

There’s some work to be done.

So we must start soon,

Before the day starts to wither,

‘Cause I dislike doing chores

In the snow-blowing weather.

So there you have it, folks. I rattled that off while our big old house dog Foxy licked the back of my hand, keeping my fingers warm.

I’ll dedicate this poem to her, as she often keeps me company.

Take care, ‘cause we care.




Barrie Hopkins