Tennessee In The Wintertime

Stella Kear, Literary Magazine

The humming of cicadas has come to a halt 

White snow gently falls from the sky like

Glitter, covering houses and treetops

 

The crisp breeze from fall has seeped past

Now making room for the shocking blast of icy wind

The flowers, once blooming and basking in the sun are now

 

Wilted ready to be reborn in the springtime

I sit inside, huddled up by the television

Warm air swirls around the room

 

Tempting anyone outside 

The christmas tree stands tall wrapped in

Wire

 

Christmas presents circle underneath with their gleaming

Bows

The inviting warmth of bliss and togetherness infuses

 

The house

That is sprinkled with delicate flakes made of snow