Ah yes, down there with your snow in June, and prodigy fled, and pets deceased, and the nearest neighbor is still pissed about you borrowing his outdoor grill three years ago; even the damned squirrels and rodents leave the white fluff in pristine condition. It is up to you, sir, to plant your foot in it. Loved the poetics, per usual.
Sad but true words for a situation we will all face, for now in snow bound Ireland I will remember your words today when complaining about icy puddles in my house from my kids.
Very VERY thought provoking!! I interpreted this one in line 5 different ways... they were all sad.. but your words were simply marvelous! It paints vivid pictures in the reader's mind..
A sad one from you. Nice Magpie.
ReplyDeleteOh, unrealized opportunity.
ReplyDeleteYou certainly hit the proverbial empty nest nail on the head. Funny how the snow stays untracked these days.
ReplyDeleteWonderful and sad too - I can just imagine the days when they were being used by a bunch of rowdy, laughing children.
ReplyDeleteOh my Stafford..that was terrific
ReplyDeletebut if no one uses them...wulllah!! you don't have to shovel 'em
ah...an empty nest!
You captured ~ perfectly ~ the photo's emotion, as only a Stafford can.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, down there with your
ReplyDeletesnow in June, and prodigy fled,
and pets deceased, and the
nearest neighbor is still pissed
about you borrowing his outdoor
grill three years ago; even the
damned squirrels and rodents
leave the white fluff in pristine
condition. It is up to you, sir,
to plant your foot in it.
Loved the poetics, per usual.
Nice. :-)
ReplyDeleteI for one would jump over the steps so as not to mar the beauty of the snow..lovely words:-)
ReplyDeleteaww...but you know?
ReplyDeleteall my good friends come in the kitchen door :)
Some day my nest will be empty, but I certainly pray that I will always have plenty of visitors.
ReplyDeleteBrave steps...
ReplyDeleteTell tale signs of steps clean and unsmudged reveal a story, a loner within. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteI love this. The sense of poignancy is palpable. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThe snow is there inviting you to make the first footprints Stafford - I can't resist it but maybe if there were no-one else to beat me to it I would.
ReplyDeleteYeah, nice! How many explanations can you think of for those untrodden doorsteps just in front of the camera.
ReplyDelete1. Wasn't snowing when the photographer set out . .
Your turn!
Less is more
ReplyDeleteLoike. Loike.
nice, sad, little poem :)
ReplyDeleteoh, that makes one to imagine all the stories behind ... lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteNot a footstep in the snow, you got the clue. I was stumped at first....then broke through.
ReplyDeleteoh that poor little back door that no one uses...sad and lonely
ReplyDeleteOK, DocFTSE, you got me.
ReplyDelete2. "Elementary dear Watson, the killer left by the back door!"
It is the secret door that only a few use. That is what makes it special.
ReplyDeleteI'd write my name in the snow..but then spring comes anyway!
ReplyDeleteempty house, unused steps...a lonely feeling...bkm
ReplyDeleteSad but true words for a situation we will all face, for now in snow bound Ireland I will remember your words today when complaining about icy puddles in my house from my kids.
ReplyDeleteDear Stafford: I definitely am living this "empty nester" feeling! Nice concept now go get a dog!
ReplyDeleteSweet and sad, and you and I shared a bit of synchronicity this week.
ReplyDeletesimple soft words so full of meaning... lovely in its quiet and aloneness.
ReplyDeleteI understand this all too well....:-)
ReplyDeleteVery VERY thought provoking!! I interpreted this one in line 5 different ways... they were all sad.. but your words were simply marvelous! It paints vivid pictures in the reader's mind..
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