Poetry Friday: Before and After the Storm

I love the anticipation of a snowstorm almost as much as the storm itself. Afterwards, the world offers much to think about – neighborly kindnesses, objects that take on a different appearance, animal tracks to puzzle over. I keep those who are being negatively impacted by the unusual storms spreading across the country in my hearts. Luckily, the storm in my area has been less disruptive (although it has started snowing again). It gave me time to pause and ponder, before and after, and write two haiku.

Before the Storm
the air smells of snow
waiting for the quiet white
to tickle my nose

After the Storm
scoops of snow and ice
piled on an empty swing set
winter’s ice cream treat

Ruth has today’s Poetry Round Up here. Stop by for links to more poetry and a surprise group poem of fascinating facts.