Another foot or so.
And after you have shoveled
The winds begin to blow.
But night has overwhelmed you and so to sleep you go.
Cradled in your bed, fits of dreams begin
Until the nightmare shakes you
And wide awake you scream.
For all your work has come to naught, nay sorry this I say
The foot of snow that yesterday was cleared with force so fierce
Has come to haunt your every joint
And break you piece by piece.
The duck and the pigeon met by chance
Stowed away on a boat to France
They hopped a truck parked at the dock
Then drove to Montmartre and on to Chartres
And while they journeyed to Par´e
They each told stories of their families.
Arriving in Paris, they leapt from the truck
The pigeon danced wildly with the waddling duck
What a funny sight these two birds were
Walking the streets, looking in stores
Seeing the dazzling wares galore.
“That hat would make a lovely present
To match my sister’s new-born pheasant
And for my mother I’ll get a pot
She loves to bake and cook a lot.”
“That’s great,” the pigeon did chime in
“My wife will like that shiny pin.
And for my brother I’ll get suspenders
And for my sister, a pair of book enders!”
So off the duck and pigeon strolled
From street to street and boulevard
Admiring everything in sight,
They did this long into the night.
The happy pair had a grand old time
They visited the countryside again and again
To see where grapes were grown and then
Where Van Gogh painted and even Cezanne
Before returning to Par´e
To take a train to the ferry
Where their journey home would begin
Loaded with presents for family and friends.
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Cold settles cruelly in your head
It chases you quickly into bed
You cover every part you can
Yet still it clings, so unwelcome.
Open the cupboards
And there it is
Hiding in corners
And dishes and things.
Take off your gloves
And it appears
Slip them back on, and whoosh! Disappears!
Open your coat, it rushes back in
Wrap on a scarf, add on a hat,
And so you presume that is that!
It’s crushed for a moment,
Put in its place
But then it strikes back
It lashes your face.
Oh, cold, how I wish you would go, you must know
I shiver to think of all the snow
That lingers behind as you exit the scene
It stays for a week, sometimes longer it seems.
‘Tis very annoying to shovel so much
I’d rather be drinking from a tea-cup
And savoring winter on the inside
Watching through windows, people slip and slide
While laying about, safe and secure
Dreaming of summer spent at the shore.
oil painting from the Sand Lake Ambulance collection-for sale
Those tearful winds do blow and blow
Blow round and round
Above the ground
And only they know where they’re bound.
Oh! What wonders are!
No snow did settle on my car
But seem it did to parry first
Then hurry with determined bursts
And blow and blow determinedly
Into my neighbor’s yard, you see!
‘Tis sorry I be for his grief
To shovel snow, so many feet
But next time I shall not escape
From winter’s rage and stormy fate.
Yet pleased I am that for today
I may remain in bed and safe!
In France they liked me yesterday
Today it was the USA
Tomorrow who knows where they’ll be
Oil painting part of Sand Lake Ambulance collection for sale
As long as they do follow me.
I know it’s been some time since posting
But that should not indict my hosting
Just say hello, I’ll say adieu
Should you so like me, I shall too
Though rhymes be silly, fractious things
I hope they put a smile on wings
That take you soaring, flying high
For miles and miles up in the sky.
Oh, that I was Shakespearean
Your heart would open up and sing!
(sung to the tune of “Let It Snow”)
Oh, the climate outside is heightening
All our fears of ice caps melting
And the oceans rising round
As we drown, as we drown, as we drown.
It doesn’t show signs of slowing
As the miles we drive keep growing
And we bury our heads underground
As we drown, as we drown, as we drown.
It’s a long way off I know
And still you see it snow
But if you really want to know
It’s an inch, not a foot!
So let’s huddle together once more
While there’s still winter we can adore
And even though I know
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
The snow has fallen, not too deep
The forest comes alive.
As deer and fox and turkey scurry
They cannot wait
Today is Christmas
Today is grand!
Throughout the land!
Choking as the phantoms grasp-
It never ends.
Damn the memories.
Heart sickens at the time past, the future narrowing.
Enemy and friend.
Mind blanks and then retrieves convoluted queries
All answers unavailable.
He was the most handsome.
Not I, but you said this.
I, who watched his growth
His muscles swell into a well seasoned athlete
Honed by meticulous care.
Yes, I did this.
With only memories left to console.
This I have done to myself.
In winter’s white
The open field is swallowed in a foot of snow
Another and another falls
Till nothing on horizon shows.
Then antler disappears, though buck stands six feet tall
And bull a breadth beyond that height–
The world outside is very white.
Then quick return to hearth and home
The blankets beckon, no more you roam.
Till spring melts in a river flow
And summer flowers bow down low.
I’m sure you must know
I’m never this late
I’m usually asleep–
I live in the woods
With nary a peep
From fish or from fowl
Though they usually don’t howl
Like the coyotes do
Or the resident screech owls
That lurk very near
Yet rarely appear.
So I’ll turn off the lights
And tumble to bed
I’ll say my good nights
And sleep pretty tight
Till the mice start to party
At 4 in the dark
And I pull up the covers
And wait for daylight!
I might have had a fright
I looked around until I found
a pair of Starlings flying low
and other birds aloft, you know
that birds in flight
can tell a lot
of things to come
and things undone
of dreams inside your pretty head
and silly words to stop you dead
of vegetables that rot in hell
and others that divinely make
your day a wondrous place to dwell
and fill your tummy till it swells.
And then there’s dips and chips and such
that fill you up, and up, and up
with calories and fat and more
that in the end will make you swear
to reassess your food affairs!
If I had a nickel for all the eaten pickles
And a dime for every cone
I’d hop aboard a plane
And fly to the Ivory Coast.
And then I’d board the largest ship
That sailed the ocean blue
And float and float in circles
As long as the sky was blue.
Brought to tears
my heart does cheer
and thoughts of how you appear
to mellow my response
in ways I may enhance
a quality of life
so often rife
with war and woe
though this I think you know
my feelings are sincere
I must reply
I am not tied
by land or sea or sky
and will admit
with fitting wit
I’d rather live than die.
Not summer’s heat
Nor winter’s chill
Though snow is 15 feet
And Fahrenheit soars to 100.
Then watch hurricane Irene tear your heart
In consort with the wind
As crops disintegrate
And mud swallows up your life, your dreams
And follow her from flood to famine
The inexhaustible dryness of nature’s vengeance
Burns body and land.
A tale of change, a warning to a world asleep
A scream without a sound,
As plunderers make their way
Through primeval forests,
Ah! The breeze!
Soft blowing in the summer morn
The swelling of the heat as noon is nigh
And though I utter not a sigh
To God or others left unknown
The glory of this green world
The brightness of a cloudless sky
With sun and moon together
Fills the grace within
As peace descends from nature’s womb
Surrounding every living thing.
A lake is not an even shape
With ins and outs and rocks that tempt your very fate
And even man-made obstacles, the decks that jut out from the shore.
There’s that, and then there’s even more
Like water slides, they’re in your way
And little floating balls that mark
The edge of which, I know not what.
But if you turn your mind around
You’ll see that other things abound.
The beaver dam is one, you see.
And lily pads, there’s more than three!
Don’t get me started listing things
It never ends, so to begin
I see two deer, as dear can be
With mother walking very near.
Some fish are jumping in the lake,
And slithering away, a snake.
Did I forget about the birds?
Now really, that is quite absurd!
For there are blue jays, juncos too
And chickadees, count twenty-two!
And buzzing off in rapid haste
Are hummingbirds in every space!
It never ends, the things you see
Around a lake, around a tree!
Quiet, can’t you see I sleep?
Tell me, briefly, what’s the matter,
Is there not enough to eat?
You finished all the seed I left,
The birds are hungry and bereft
But still you chatter on and on
I’m sure that there is something wrong
And even though I know it’s true
There’s really nothing I can do!
Could I be just half this size, the world would open up
For hidden from our eyes and touch
Are creatures small and infinitesimal
That only very little ones can clearly see in broad daylight
In crevices and on tree tops.
A scratching here, a slither there
So many things that I despair
To ever know them all.
And yet I walk with quiet step
Not to disturb the living things
I cannot see nor even hear
But know precise their movements be
Just one millimeter away from me.
I do not listen well
For silence seems to overwhelm
My senses in the blackest night.
Yet come and stand abreast with me
And you shall hear, with sheer delight,
The sounds of nature calling you
Some soft, some sharp, some clear, some bright
Though midnight be the time you rise
And rub your eyes to come alive.
What screech is that?
Not tires on the road,
So deep within the forest grove.
An owl you say,
Though I am city-bred
Agreement slips between my lips
As eagerly I search the night
For other sounds and prod you with delight,
To tell me all the secrets that I missed
Growing up on city streets.