An unusually warm Rochester, Minnesota, day.
Crossing over arched, stone bridges, carrying me
over frozen Silver Lake, toward Canada geese
lying, waiting for corn.
Vikings ice-skating 'round frozen rink at Soldiers
Field, lighted trees, sparkling wreaths,
giving color to dull day.
Pill Hill, historic homes, bejeweled in lighted finery,
a putto's fairy land in the serene, white night.
Peony-pink cheeks, run-away noses, icicle fingers,
Pom girls turned hand muffs, making our
adventurous way this magical winter's eve.
The Post Bulletin publishes poetry by local and area writers every Monday. Send poems to Meredith Williams at firstname.lastname@example.org.