Two Poems by James Webb Wilson

Knee Deep in the Snow Drifts

Knee Deep in the snow drifts
Walking the fields and through wintry woods
Slowing the pace, checking fences
Lifting the boots high one at a time
Across the pre planned course
Direct, point to point, observing
The way the drifts were swerving.

Knee deep in the snow drifts
Watching blue jays fly at ease
While my boots grew heavy,
Walking through the woods
Leaving packages for squirrels and deer
Helping them through the storm
A little kindness to help warm humanity.


Barn Drifts

These were the barn drifts
White dunes rising slowly
Leaving empty channels in between
Long streaks of winter’s face
Tossed in the winds of frigid air.

These are the barn drafts
Shallow at the barn’s edges
Where the wind hits harder
And scatters snow and dreams
A like all over the farm.

These are the barn drifts
We had to shovel through,
To get the horses out,
To hitch them to the sleigh
For a ride across field drifts.

{Poetry by James Webb Wilson}