Mike W. Blottenberger
Bio Note: I live in the Snack Food Capital of the world, Hanover, Pennsylvania, where I grow organic vegetables. Besides writing poetry, I enjoy traveling, photography, dark chocolate, and used bookstores. My poems have appeared in The Baltimore Review, The Christian Science Monitor, and The Penn Review.
The Bones of Winter
I am taking an afternoon walk along Gitts Run, and though it’s late January, there’s still a little music left in the stream. A red-tailed hawk watches the world below from the bare branch of an old oak, and I wish I could see the view through its eyes. I’m beginning to understand why Andrew Wyeth liked to paint especially in the bones of winter, when you shiver inside with such gratitude and warmth.
©2023 Mike W. Blottenberger
Editor's Note: If this poem(s) moves you please consider writing to the author (email address above) to say what it is about the poem you like. Writing to the author is what builds the community at Verse Virtual. It is very important. -JL