Donuts Begging
When you're asleep I will play
Have double fun when it snows
Making circles that erase
My Mustang Ford likes to play
The circles are black most times
Black with melted tire rubber
Circles at your intersect
Round and round our creation
Now when the new snow is fresh
It's first come first dig your treads
And with this snow all will like
Enjoy another circle
A grin resting on your chin
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Poem and Photo Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026, all rights reserved.
-Written in response of Susan"s prompt, at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1
- I am also linked with dVerse #401 at https://dversepoets.com/
What an experience it is to drive on fresh snow, to make the very first marks!
ReplyDelete"Circles at your intersect
ReplyDeleteRound and round our creation"
I get the sense that you're not just talking about tire marks in the snow, that there is a warm heart of the joyous ride.
A grin resting on your skin Love that Sounds like great fun in the snow
ReplyDeleteFresh snow will show all the tracks... personally I prefer to mark them with my skis
ReplyDeleteI can see you doing circles in the snow. Jim, you are a wild one. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteReady for my ride, Dr. Jim. We won't tell Ms. Jim. LOL
ReplyDeleteI got happily dizzy reading your poem, Jim.
ReplyDeleteYep...wild thing !
ReplyDeleteAnd at P&SU we're doing love poems. Sounds to me like you love your Mustang! :-D
ReplyDeleteI did have the first three lines of my love poem written but then time squeezed it out and the snow poem was ready enough to go. And too I thought it worthy to be my entry for your optional spot.
DeleteThe circle of life ... it appears to me. From the far, snow appears to be lot of fun!
ReplyDeleteToo wild a ride for me!
ReplyDeleteWe do go around in circles, but its more fun in the snow.
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