by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Winter, with bellowing cheeks,
blew and spat ice and snow
across the fields and streams,
across the woods and sides of lakes,
leaving a jagged and spiked print—
Like the Australian Aborigine
who puffed out his cheeks
and spat minerals
across his hand
in a cave on a wall,
leaving his print for humanity.
fourwindowspress 
A good one, Ethel. Welcome to 2020. ❤️
Love to you for this year also. Ethel
🙂
Beautiful lines Ethel. Love them.
Thank you John. Ethel
Wonderful Ethel! You always evoke the feeling perfectly.
Thank you, again.
Beautiful poem, Ethel – I love this one!
Thank you, Betty.