Southern Winter


December drizzle holds no promise
Water gathers on the premise
Puddled mirrors lie still and flat reflecting little change
Daytime clouds keep hovering
Lost in grays with no recovering
The colors once on bushes or summers' flowers to arrange
Muted shapes of defects
Clustered damp on slickend sticks
Make garden silhouettes so worn and strange
Long nights without a fire
Damp days with no desire
No seasonal exceptions to arrange

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I am LaVonne G. Rytting now seventy-seven years old. I graduated with an English degree from the University of Utah in 1961 then taught high school English before raising four children. When they were in colleges I became an interior designer. After retiring with my husband in Houston, TX, I wished to leave some written memories for my eight grandchildren and thought a collection of poetry might be the right medium. The collection is called From Around the House and one of the entries is "Southern Winter." I am honored for it to be selected for the semi-finals.