Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Everyone does ten of something these days


Ten Sounds I love mostly in winter

Snow whispering
The whomp of the furnace igniting
Radiators ticking
Coffee grinding
Pages softly turning
Denis’ footsteps on the stair
Bacon sizzling
English Sparrows chirping in the hedge (I've made my peace with them.)
An infant nursing
The east wind that howls in our bedroom window at night.

6 comments:

Ann Kroeker said...

I forwarded this to my mother because we had a big Christmas Day argument about bird identification that involved English Sparrows. Your poem is so lovely and the argument was so ugly...I thought Mom should have a more pleasant encounter involving a reference to English Sparrows.

She said she liked many of those same sounds, as well.

I'm partial to bacon sizzling and pages softly turning.

Nancy said...

The sound of coffee grinding is most definitely one of my love languages.

Margie Haack said...

Ann, you are kind to place me in the company of poets. I wish I could say I planned it. Glad your mother liked it, though.

Bri Harding said...

I loved this, Margie - especially "the whomp of the furnacing igniting." I no longer hear that in my own home, but it takes me back to my childhood and now our rare but special trips to my mother's. And, oh, the blessedness of those nursing infants!

greg said...

Bacon! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!

Bonnie said...

Sounds very quiet as I read that list. I could hear each of them.
Winter silences.
Almost a haiku.