by Juleigh Howard-Hobson
Praise winter skies for winter snows,
For clouds and cold,
For frost and freeze,
For summer’s close,
For autumn’s end,
For spring to come
Revowed.
Praise winter skies for winter snows,
For clouds and storms
For hail that falls
For ground that holds
The ice that will
Melt into spring’s
Green rows.
Praise winter skies for winter snows,
For clouds and cold,
For frost and freeze,
For summers close.
Juleigh Howard-Hobson’s poetry has appeared in The Comstock Review, Noir Nation, L’Éphémère, Able Muse, The Lyric, Weaving The Terrain (Dos Gatos), Poem Revised (Marion Street), Birds Fall Silent in the Mechanical Sea (Great Weather for Media), Lift Every Voice (Kissing Dynamite), and other venues. A Million Writers Award “Notable Story” writer, nominations include “Best of the Net”, The Pushcart Prize and The Rhysling Award. She lives off grid in the Pacific Northwest next to a huge woods filled with shadows and ghosts.