window pane
shimm’ring in the night

Glimpse of shine
only mine
from the street lamplight

Frigid blast
Squealing past
tightly puttied sills

Stoke the fire
coax the pyre
Pray the chill it kills

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For dverse, ManicDdaily (Karin Gustafson) asked us to write about something unexpected. After our long, drought-ridden, hellish summer, imagine my surprise to awaken at 2 am and see frost on the window. There’s something about the first frost, especially when it is backlit. Bring on the flannel! Break out the silk underwear (not the sexy kind – the overalls that keep me warm)!

Also to be posted on Poets United, my poetic pot-bellied stove… Peace and hot cocoa, Amy