Hearty Spirit of Maine

The wood pile reflected preparation
as smoke curled from chimneys,
relaying forced hibernation
under snow piled to the window sill.

Captured towering firs
witnessed winter beating against panes
and obliterated the long road,
disconnecting the neighbors in Maine.

Undermined by natures elements,
the people down under yielded,
and with Grandma and napping babies
envisioned a bountiful summer.

Amid friends seated round,
where covered dishes abound,
a bright-eyed toddler
giggled through Irish complexion.

Mud squishing between impish toes,
when her kitty is flung to the wind,
she discerns how it lands on its feet
and climbs back into her lap again.

Pam Miller