Snowy Afternoon

Snowy Afternoon

The wind blows the snow off
the tree branches.
So cold only the creaking trees
break the stillness.

Nestled under the rhododendron
sits the stone
garden bench.
The shape of a round bottom
and glove imprints
left behind.

Boot and paw prints
crunch up the porch step.
The shovel leans crooked
against the railing.

Noone is here
except the chug of the
chimney fire
and the relentless wind.

Good job Buh. Particularly like the final stanza

Loved it. beautiful and peaceful

Thanks for stopping by and providing positive feedback. Trying a new style- different from the last 10 poems about people. More atmospheric

Like Jerry Baldy I liked the final stanza best.

Enjoyed very much.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor