The sugar house is shutting down,
You can hear the babies cry.
Their cheeks crumpling in the sun,
Hush little children goodbye.
Time to lock the summer house
And bed the waterlines with straw.
Winter wants its solitude
And double-bolted doors.
Seems like a years worth of images in very few lines, starting with the sugar house (in the spring, if it is running) . Nice rhymes. -chuck
This is Scarlett, the squirrel, who was busy storing up the beautiful fall days, because I felt winter approaching..Thank you dearest Mike for this lovely 'nut' to put in my basket. It will definately go in MY treasure box. Charming, absolutely charming. I am Honored....Thanks, friend! !
Made me think of the cafe on the prom here; If it didn't shut in winter, the sea would be inside. Great poem Marilyn
Nice and rhythmic. Stong opening line. Not sure if the poem is symbolic of something else, but it's nice as a straightforward poem. Welcome back, Mike.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear mike, i like the impressive line; winter wants its solitude.