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| May 30, 2024 |
How could I not get up and out
after all it’s not 30 below,
I have a beautiful pink umbrella
and a green rain jacket
but that may not be necessary
because snow is falling ~
melting before it hits the ground
sifting thro' waving green leaves
flat grey skies hover over the evening.
How could I not get up and out?!
“There should be a rule against your own inner monologue
throwing around that much sarcasm.”
~ Jim Butcher, Ghost Story
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| December 2022 |
Imagination blown
by the wild wind
on this April snow day
is as light as the flakes that do
their forced dance and race
through grey clouded air.
Were this December,
the reality would be welcomed.
Today, if I forget
the date on the calendar,
I can see the beauty and
welcome the crisp cold air
on my face
pulling my woolen collar
up to my chin,
wrapping my arms
around myself in a warming hug.
A single tiny bird
ignores snow and wind
to flit from tree to tree
before flying away.
“Snow in April is abominable, like a slap
in the face when you expected a kiss.”
~ L.M.Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside (1939)
As if to convince us that
it was still winter,
the snow fell lightly,
a steady east wind brushing
it through the air. The beauty
of a gentle winter day. But
most of us are smart enough
to know that after today,
it’s time for winter to take
its frosty flakes and go home.
Just not today.
I hope
“…..winter is an exercise in waiting ~ for relief, for a bird to sing,
for the first purple crocus to push up through the snow”
~ Michelle Obama, Becoming
*Authors note: At the risk of repeating myself, this is the third year in a row that I have used this March snow fall picture. I’m still acclimating myself from my years away in locations when March is spring time!
We are alive in
so many different ways
whether walking down
a snow covered sidewalk
the trees still winter black
lined with snow
or visiting with friends in
a buzzing coffee shop telling
each other tales of books,
or recent events
or the latest fashions.
Passersby and neighbours
live their lives while
taking a walk along the frozen lake
or driving from here to there
There is no must be
or should be
only what we each believe
~ maybe a belief in
stern, no smiling,
one foot in front of the other,
or it may be a belief
in the joy of being alive.
Maybe both?
“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate
or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”
~ Joanne Harris, Chocolat
Glistening ice on
curbs and sidewalks
crumbling snow against
curbs…..and sidewalks
run off crossing corners
drains hidden beneath ice pack
sun warm and bright ~
relief on a spring day.
“Spring is far more than just a changing
of seasons; it’s a rebirth of the spirit”
~ Toni Sorenson, author
Come with me as I walk
in the midnight of winter
with snow falling gently
all around, edging head
and shoulders in flakes
of crystal. Beware the
ice-y flows beneath the
soft layer of new snow.
Stand beneath a streetlight
and watch as the drift and
sway of dancing snow
partners with cold wind in
this delicate dance. When
noses are red and cheeks
pink aglow we turn our walk
into the warmth of home.
“Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must
protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.”
~ George R.R. Martin, ~ Game Of Thrones
A winter of dangerous ice
hidden under greying or fresh snow,
oddly shaped lumps or
sheets worthy of a skating rink.
walks or strolls outside
not wise until yesterday.
Heavy rubber bands slip
over my boots & hold my feet.
little black dots in the centre
of the yellow dots ~ tungsten stems
to grip the ice & keep me upright
on such paths of slippery danger.
“When you’re on the ice, you have very little time,
you see very little and everything happens really quick.”
~ Steve Yzerman, retired hockey player
Darkness has fallen,
Snow, bandied about
by the wind, has settled.
Christmas lights in
windows and over doors
vie with tall streetlights.
Music softens the evening.
Day’s work complete. The
night watch is for dreams.
“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,”
~ Anne Bronté,
Best Poems of the Bronté Sisters
