Friday, March 22, 2019

Welcome to TWILA WOOD


Welcome to Twila Wood who is the new Chapter president of Hinterlands-a friendly group of UTSPS poets who connect via the Internet. (Thanks to Margaret Pettis who began this unique chapter several years ago.) Twila grew up on a dairy farm in Wellsville, Utah, where she learned to love the land, animals and the mountains next to her home.  She graduated from Utah State University with a degree in English. After teaching piano lessons for 20 years and school for 25 years-9th grade English, speech and drama at North Cache, she retired in 2016 and has been able to more fully enjoy her hobbies of writing, piano and reading, along with her love of hiking, camping and boating.  With various poems and personal essays published in local newspapers and books, including “Her Touch” in Mothers of Faith published by Covenant Communications, Inc, she won two first place awards and two honorable mentions in the UTSPS Poetry Contest last April 2018. Twila is excited to be part of a society who shares the unique passion of poetry.
Winter Birch
by Twila Wood

                                                                        When snow draped
                                                                        our front birch in cotton candy,
                                                                        stacked cold sugar upon each limb,
                                                                        I’d swing one drooping branch
                                                                        for a shower of dazzling powder,
                                                                        sprinkling my face with magic
                                                                        of a million tiny diamonds.

                                                                        At night she froze
                                                                        into a white-haired ghost,
                                                                        floating in the brittle air outside
                                                                        my bedroom window. Wind weaved
                                                                        through her icy tresses in tinkling
                                                                        chimes, moon beams peeked
                                                                        through her strands in chilling glow.

                                                                        Her frosted waterfall sparkled
                                                                        through the morning fog;
                                                                        by noon, her explosion
                                                                        stunned the blue sky. Graceful
                                                                        crystals clung to her branches
                                                                        like dainty pinwheels, spinning
                                                                         enchantment into winter.

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