The Difference of Winter - a poem | Eastern NC Now

    Publisher's note: Please join me in welcoming Author Michele Rhem, who presents us with her poignant memoirs of the Rabbit Patch, where her diaries weave tales of a simpler, expressive life lost to many, but gathered together in her most familiar environs - the Rabbit Patch.

    It was not winter til the north wind blew.

    unfastening leaves and branches too.

    Revealing the secrets of spring long passed-

    Songbird dwellings now known at last.

    The chill of winter does bruise the reed,

    yet tenderly scatters its' tiny seed.

    Blackbirds pepper up the sky

    for they know winter cold is nigh.

    Gardens look like empty rooms

    when void of anything that blooms,

    and a pasture , like a vacant lot,

    without the colt to dance a trot.

    The old oak stands with barren bough

    fields lie untended by man and plow-

    Behold the frozen ponds and lakes-

    Oh, what a difference, winter makes!

        Happy Winter, love Michele