Longs Peak

Longs Peak

We are already 11 days into 2015. Can you believe it? So far so good. It’s been a whirlwind, but I feel the promise of the new year. How about you friends?

In an effort to stay true to my One Word for 2015 I feel like I need to share something with you. You’ve caught glimpses of it here on my blog before, but I feel like I need to let everyone in on a little secret. Here goes: <DEEP BREATH>

Hi, I’m Julie Abel and I write poetry.

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Breath Before Spring

Springtime in the Rockies. I really do hate this term. It is usually used to describe the crazy winter weather we get in March and April. You know the go home Colorado you’re drunk snow?

We are having that kind of day today. I’m done with snow. I know I shouldn’t be. I signed up for this trip and it’s part of the fun of living here. I really want to update everyone on how things are going for us in Estes Park, but that will have to come in the next few posts. Instead today, I’m sharing this…

From the Back Deck April 13, 2014

This is the view from our deck today. I’m not kidding. We now live in a postcard. But even though it is beautiful, I still long for warmer weather. Soon.

So I’m really going to put myself out there and share this with you friends. A little poem I wrote exactly a year ago. Evidently it snowed a year ago in Colorado Springs and I was wishing for spring there as well.

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Springtime in Buckhannon

 Sharlette'sGarden

Emerald hills, homemade gravy and coon eyes

She calls.

Daffodils, sweet tea and fried potatoes

She calls.

Crickets, frogs and rotten wood piles

She calls.

Rusted cars, saw mills and dogwoods blooming

She calls.

Long gravel roads, winding hunter trails and wild turkeys

She calls.

Sunday church bells, white steeples and fried chicken

She calls.

Dirty miners, rippling creek and coal dust covered lunch pails

She calls.

Calico cats, hound dogs barking and wild rhododendron

She calls.

Country courthouse bright, rickety bridges and dew on the lawn

She calls.

High school track, Spring festival and homemade bread

She calls.

Mud caked tires, white porch swing and family visits

She calls.

Haunting eyes, hope-filled hearts and quiet days

She calls.