Friday, January 24, 2014

A Poem for the Season

I wrote this poem a long time ago – okay, it’a rhyme – and since so many of us are enduring a humdinger of a winter I thought you might get a chuckle from it. I've had a few discussions with other writers about poetry. Some think it should always rhyme while other claim the term (poetry) should be viewed more broadly. I've written rhyming and non-rhyming poems, sold both, and would love your thoughts on it. Really. Just put them down there in the comments. 

Out For The Paper
By Susan Sundwall

Winter, that old man, came calling
and set bitter cold at my feet

I’d only stepped out for the paper
but found myself stuck on the street

My keys somehow fell in the snow bank,
no gloves on my hands nor a hat

And then, didn’t I spy through the window
our dog Lula Belle and the cat 

I spotted my wife right behind them,
foot tapping in robe trimmed with silk

She opened the door but then slammed it again,
I’d forgotten to bring home the milk!

Thanks for reading, stay warm, and remember that spring is lurking right under the surface of all that cold. And won't it be glorious when she finally shows her face? Hmmmm - I think I have a poem for that. 

Image: Free Digital Photos


  1. Ha-ha that was a surprise, as I thought it was about YOU. Cute poem.

    1. Hi, Linda. Thanks - means a lot coming from you, a poetess. =0)

  2. Very cute - thanks for sharing it with us! I had to smile when I saw the topic. Yes, winter has hit hard here too. You're right, spring will be here before we know it. Have a great (and warm) rest of the weekend!

    1. Thanks, Karen. Smiling and waving (channeling Rhonda =0)

  3. LOL. I like that line, "...and set bitter cold at my feet." You nailed it there, sister. :D