Rhymes

 I hesitate to call it poetry but I have off and on written "rhymes" for years. After going outdoors this morning enduring a temperature of 26 degrees I felt compelled to write a ditty...without the song.

When I stepped out to take the picture below I discovered the light was blue and dark and I lightened it some so you could see clearly that we are ready for the cement to be poured tomorrow.

Here is the rhyme.

Winter's Blue Light

 by Barbara Brooker

Bare-naked trees and the blue light of Winter,

Settle into old bones with the pain of a splinter,

Take me away, where warm breezes flow,

We don't need reminding, it is time to go.

And here is the picture.