Poetry Blogs (2019, Winter)
The winter time - it may be cold and wet,
But there are things which we should not forget.
Do you enjoy trudging through the snow,
Or rather stay inside with nowhere to go?
Of course we now have Christmas too,
Which is a time to rejoice for me and you.
And we prepare for the long dark nights,
A new year begins with great delight.
And so it is now time to look ahead,
Not with de...
Saturday 7th December 2019 4:19 pm
Orange beacons lead the way
toward a fiery sky that glows like the last embers in a hearth.
The charcoal shadows of evening draw near
and I hurry home in my 'teddy bear' coat.
Thursday 14th November 2019 7:21 pm
The sun sighted as a Galilean dream
As vision faded from the grasp of Winter
A kid leaned out of the window
Whispering out what he needed to say
But in needing to blurt it out
His mind submerged in uncertainty
Choked between a tearless cry
And a cheerless laugh
As with notated thoughts all about
His room was littered
And the sidelined life he adopted
Was cast to t...
Monday 11th November 2019 12:16 pm
And so it begins. Or ends
The seasons change and as
September dies lies forgotten
Like Summer, Autumn October
Rears. Not misty mellow fruitfullness
With rusty leaf colour bright splashing
Hedgerow and tree russet yellow brown,
Mists that turn to rain and wind and heavy
Rain splashing in the track ruts and puddles
Around the farm; every field soggy with all the...
Sunday 13th October 2019 3:08 pm
watery, winter sun,
suddenly shoots a
fuzzy spotlight on me.
Cold electric blue sky,
serried ranks of trees
standing to attention,
stripped bare in their
Stripped of the frivolous
garnishing of summer,
growing old gracef...
Friday 20th September 2019 9:45 pm
a beautiful sunrise
the smell of lavender
the chill of winter
a sigh of love in my soul
in this moment
Wednesday 31st July 2019 6:03 pm
My older sister, several other girls
met on the concrete square in our backyard
to test the sheet of ice that wouldn't melt
in rare moments of a "real" winter
in a New Orleans suburb. In 1994,
they were only in junior high
but seemed so grown up when I was five
and watched how easy it was for them to teach
me how to slide over the slipperiness
Friday 1st February 2019 4:42 pm
Stretching their limbs
up high to the heavens
outwardly so thin and fragile
but still vitally full of the force of life
enduring the stark harshness
of nature's capricious temperament
strong in root and sure of stature
the cold azure of a winter's sky
interspersed with snow filled pillows
on which to rest their hibernal heads.
Friday 25th January 2019 9:32 pm