Winter’s Poetry

One of several beautiful afghans crocheted by Shirley (my lovely wife)

One of several beautiful afghans crocheted by Shirley (my lovely wife)

By David De Jong

Snow blankets the ground,
In silence of sound,
Erasing autumn’s
Last chance for the sun.

Through frosted windows,
Our enchantment grows,
From scribes of the air,
Their visions declared

Behold its beauty,
With tranquility,
But beware its breath,
Of harsh frozen death.

Crafted, driven force,
Nature, taking course.
Watching, passers by,
We are, mystified.

Under your blanket,
In concert, we sit.
You crocheting lines,
While I scribble mine.

Afghan symmetry
Winter’s poetry

3 thoughts on “Winter’s Poetry

    • Thank you so much Marie!
      Shirley has made 4 of these afghans in different colors and numerous scarves, hats, bags, etc. just in the past couple months. She’s a crocheting machine! Each one just amazes me.

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